What a wrap! 2018 has been an absolutely exceptional year of salmon fishing all across the board. Anglers from new to the sport all the way to seasoned veterans were all constantly rewarded with excellent opportunities to fish for all major species of pacific sport fish. So many firsts were made this year, with anglers as young as 3 years old making their first catch, up to some return guests making personal bests on the water. Never have I heard more: “This is the best fishing I’ve ever experienced.”
Earlier this season I was down at the marina tinkering with some maintenance projects on the boat when a buddy stopped by for a visit. Fisherman will grasp at any opportunity to talk shop so it didn’t take long before the tools were put aside and the conversation got around to fishing.
As is often to happen early in the year, we speculated as to what kind of fishing we were likely to expect during the coming season. I lectured on about DFO scientists, assessment formulas and Bering Sea trawl surveys and how it all pointed to an unfavourable scenario for dependable fishing. My friend, a local First Nations fisherman, nodded his head and listened politely.
The latter part of June was a blur of great salmon and halibut fishing. Hot spots continue to be Long Beach and anywhere along the rocks.
As we move into July some of the bigger chinook will be showing up (hopefully). Most fish in June have been in the 10 - 15 pound range, though a few in the mid-twenties have been caught. July is the time of year when we start to see our larger 4 and 5 year old chinook start to migrate through so be prepared to encounter the odd 30 and 40 pounder in the mix.
The walk from my house at the top of Fourth Street to the marina at the Shore Building where I keep my boat is only a scant 900 metres and, according to Google Maps, should take roughly eleven minutes to complete. It’s nearly a straight downhill shot, with one left-hand turn required off of Fourth street and onto Main, then a slight deviation to the right, down the ramp and onto the docks where my vessel is slipped. Theoretically, it’s pretty straightforward. But as any Tofino local will tell you - in reality it’s rarely that simple.
As a newly minted grandfather I’ve spent the last few months working on a some essential skills that I believe every grandparent should master. At forty one I’m arguably on the young side for the big G status, sure, but it’s never too early to break in a new pair of shoes and really, do I have a choice?
Unfortunately all of my grandparents passed away while I was still young, and my memory is not what it used to be, so I’m kind of making things up as I go along. I’ve watched a few grandparent-themed movies like On Golden Pond and Grumpier Old Men, and they’ve certainly helped guide the way in terms of fundamentals.