Salmon fishing can be a harsh mistress.
A couple weeks ago I hopped on a plane to beautiful Vancouver B.C. Canada with hopes of bringing home more than a couple of pounds of delicious Chinook and Coho Salmon. It didn’t quite work out as I had hoped, but more on that later.
The view from our room at the Westin Bayshore was great. Props to Seth and his points for scoring us this room!
Vancouver B.C. harbor and the air tour port. I think that’s what it’s called, but I could be wrong.
Seth’s favorite beer!
There were high rise condos going up all over Vancouver. Out shuttle driver mentioned the read estate market is cooling off there just like in the US.
Capilano Suspension Bridge. We flew in on a Friday afternoon and had a free day on Saturday so we strolled Vancouver before taking a SeaBus to North Vancouver to visit the Bridge.
It was neat, but honestly, if you don’t have kids I’d say skip it. Head farther north and swing down a zip line or something.
The view down from the bridge.
The view back at North Vancouver from the SeaBus.
This was one FAST kayaker! While we were fishing on Sunday morning there was some type of kayak race and this guy was KILLING the field by a country mile, seriously. Oh and we had plenty of time to watch the race since we were trolling for salmon and it was going S-L-O-W. Little did we know at the time that it was going to be a theme for the rest of the fishing.
After almost 11 hours of trolling we finally hit a fish. Seth was the first to the rod and brought in a 6 pound Chinook Salmon. It got us all a bit worked up, but no more fish were caught this day.
Avo spent most of day two in this position. I dubbed him “The Sleeping Beauty.”
Turns out that wasn’t the worst way to spend the day. We actually got a couple hits, but they didn’t produce fish. On one bait check we had a Rockfish sitting at the end. Brenden our Captain tossed him back in. My reaction was like, what!? He then informed me that they were protected in the area and we could couldn’t keep it. Soon after we caught another Chinook, but it was undersized and had be thrown back. So after roughly 21 hours of fishing and $2000 plus dollars spent on the charter we got ONE fish. It was a bit of bummer, but we smoked some Cuban cigars and some drinks and all was well. A bad day fishing is better than a good day working.