Great post Sparky, completely concur with the sentiments therein.
For me fishing brings back wonderful memories of trips with my dad and grand-dad when I was very small, including a memorable camping trip when I was 7, that took just the three of us from Hope to Cache Creek, to Kamloops, Merritt and back. I remember the first fish, a rainbow trout, I ever caught (on that trip) in the Thompson River. I remember too just dad and me fishing very early one morning when I was ten and bagging the first salmon I ever caught on my own off Saratoga Beach at the mouth of the Oyster River, after years of carefully watching and learning from my dad, who in turn had learned from his dad.
Its a shared experience which I now share with the same group of good pals now for almost fifteen years; its a journey that has taken us everywhere from the Rocky Mountains in lakes so remote I don't think they had names, to the Athabasca River; to the San Juan River near Pt Renfrew to the Campbell and Quinsam Rivers further up island, to the Vedder River in the Fraser Valley, the Cheakamus and Lillooet Rivers in the Fraser Canyon to the north coast and the Great Bear Rain Forest. It allows grown men to revert back to warm memories of their childhood, but in the process also forge lasting and new life long memories and to enjoy and appreciate the awesome beauty of our home island and province.
That all said as Stephen Wright, one of my favorite comedians, once said "there is a fine line between fishing...and standing on the shore looking like an idiot". That reminds me about one of the best things about mates fishing....lots and lots of laughs.
And really you can never take yourself too seriously after spending a ton of time, effort and energy to plan, travel, get geared up, and go deep into a pristine wilderness, and think you've "got this" - then launch a fly line and either catch a tree on the back swing or realize - too late - you used the wrong line or knot to tie the most expensive lure in your repertoire, only to watch helplessly as the knot fails and the lure sails across the river like a missile and lands deep into the forest on the other side.
Once on the Campbell River, complete with brand new $300 sunglasses and a Simms sun hat costing almost as much, while showing a novice friend how to tie a fly and cast out into the river I looked every bit the professional, until I quite gracelessly tripped backwards over a submerged rock I failed to see, went ass over teakettle into the drink and lost the sunglasses, the hat and about $100 worth of tools and accessories that fell out of my vest pockets. Not to mention frying my mobile phone which I put into the one pocket in my waders that wasn't waterproof. If nothing else fishing also keeps you humble.....
PS - Sparky you should add Prospect Lake to your local fishing spots; I bagged a 4 pound rainbow there just this morning, as well as 3 others in the 2-3 pound range.
Edited by AllseeingEye, 21 March 2020 - 12:52 PM.