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Our friend Gerry invited Kent to go with him and two other guys for a week long trip aboard the ‘Ocean Spirit’ to Princess Louisa Inlet in Jervis Inlet. The four of them were meeting up with 2 other boats of ‘guys’ for a prawn fishing expedition and a lot of fun!

Yes, they did trap lots of prawns - around 2000 to split between the 4 of them and I’m sure there will be plenty of funny stories coming out over the next few months as they get together to reminisce.

Kent took lots of photos - he has a really good digital camera with a zoom lens so he was able to get shots of the snow covered mountains, waterfalls and scenery.


Malibu in the Distance

Chatterbox Falls, Princess Louisa Inlet

Freil Falls, Hotham Sound

ETGord Phone Home!

The guys wandered around the buildings of Malibu, and looks to me as though they had a few laughs!

Gerry’s brother Gord sent a survival hat home to me, via Kent. It’s a grey waterproof tight fitting cap with a lightbulb on the top. It has a wire with a thingy-ma-bob on the end that makes the light bulb come on when it gets wet. I asked Kent why Gord sent it for me and his answer was, “Gord says it’s for YOU, because he doesn’t care what happens to ME”. I had to ask a second time WHY for me… okay, I guess Gord wants my hypothermic body to be found.

Whatever, I think I’ll wear it for Hallowe’en or perhaps to the IZEAFest…

Kent and I do a lot of power boating, but a fish this size isn’t something we see everyday!

When we lived in Texas, we tried lake fishing a couple of times, but never caught anything. It seems to be a whole different type of fishing and requires different tackle, tactics and mind set. There were bass tournaments nearly every weekend but we just couldn’t get enthused over fishing in the muddy lake.

The bass boats, usually with 2 men aboard, fished inches from the shore and inches from our dock. At times, they were so close to our dock I’d go out to talk to them, just letting them know we were around and they were in MY space. The tournaments are big business and often offer great prizes, so these fishermen are very serious. For me, fishing is fun. Sure, I like to pull in a big fish to say ‘I caught one’, but if it gets away, not to worry - there’s always another one out there.

Now if someone had told me this big boy may have been lurking under our dock, or in the reeds, I might have dropped a line overboard, sat in the sunshine and drank a beer or two. I don’t know what I’d have done with him if I’d caught him though!

Click on the picture to enlarge it. So, what do you do with a fish that large? Are catfish wormy like cod? AND, why are those two guys standing in the muddy water? Don’t they know there are gators in those waters? And gators like beans for breakfast… human beans!

As we were power boating up the Fraser River last week aboard the Dauntless, we passed this seine boat, the Western Rainbow. It was going about 9 knots and we passed slowly enough for me to get this great video. Notice he doesn’t have a net on his drum. Perhaps he was heading upriver to Steveston to prepare for the upcoming seine fishing season.

My “Pop” was a commercial fisherman for 40 years and I traveled with him many times aboard his 42 foot troller, the Maryann W, which he built in 1951. I love seeing the commercial boats as they bring back some wonderful memories and this seiner was a pleasure to watch.

Kent and I lived in Texas for a year and a half and met some of the most interesting people in the world! It seemed everyone owned at least one gun, hunted for sport and took great pride in their Lone Star State.

Hunting was a very popular subject and we still guffaw at a story of a man and his 14 year old son sitting in their blind, awaiting the deer, supposedly ‘hunting’. Sure enough at 6:55 am, a big buck wanders into the clearing, looking up at the Deer Feeder and appears to be waiting. At 7 am on the dot, the deer hears a click, he turns his head to the side and closes the eye nearest the feeder. The feeder shoots out dried corn kernels, hitting him in the head and neck. As it shuts off, the deer begins eating his daily breakfast. The 14 year old bagged his first deer.

We still tell that story whenever the subject of hunting comes up, as that’s not the way we hunt in Canada. We climb mountains, trek through forests, ford streams, get lost, cold, wet and exhausted. The deer rarely come to us - we actually go looking for them!

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