Have had the priveledge of being born and raised here on Vancouver Island when the fishing was still relatively unspoiled.
It was simply a no brainer to pick up a fishing rod at the age of 6. Being raised in the small town of Mesachie Lake gave
me the option of fishing Bear,Mesachie,or Cowichan lakes,all within a 5-15 min. bike ride from my front door,and I took
full advantage of it. Every day was an adventure,and you never knew what you would tie into. The lakes were teeming
with monster Rainbow, Cutthrout,and Dolly Vardens,and it was a common occurence to catch and release 20-30 fish a
day,some well over 5 lbs.I would invariablly come home with the biggest smile on my face, and tell my
dad and mom tales of" the big one that got away",or show them the one that didn't! It's the memories of these early years of my life that has kept the excitement of fishing alive
for me. Whenever I hook into one,like jumping into a time machine,I instantly become that little boy again,with the
thrill that only a child can experience. It has kept me young at heart all these years,and it never gets dull.