This is the way I grew up fishing, Salmon Rock to Roberts Creek. I remember Saturday mornings when there were 50 boats anchored off Gower Point, barely a troller to be seen. Back then, the Hyack gas barge in Gibsons would open early on the weekends; that was where we’d buy our herring. If fishing had been slow the week before, we’d buy a dozen livies. If reports had been good, we’d buy a dozen and a half - living large! We’d also buy a large KitKat to share (my dad’s favourite). To this day, when I have a KitKat, it takes me right back to those mornings on anchor. There’s nothing better than the peace and quiet and watching the rhythm of your rod tip, and any slight change in it. So many great memories!