Keep Calm And Let Fish Handle It

I look at trees, hunt mushrooms, and watch animals. Fishing is what gets me out into the woods so I can notice these things.

When I was younger, my family would go camping and fishing on our ranches. My dad loves being around all kinds of animals. He's the one who got me to be a really big animal lover.

To fish or not to fish... NOT TO FISH ?? Yea...like that's even an option!

I was a kid that grew up in the South and was always outdoors fishing and hunting and, you know, swimming in the pool during the summer.

THERE’S NOTHING LIKE A SMALL MOUTH ON A STIFF ROD

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The juxtaposition between fishing and touring couldn't be greater.

The Haisla named this point Obela. Not so long ago, the bay was lined with longhouses and canoes, totem poles and fishing gear. The reserve was once a winter village, a place to celebrate the sacred season, when memories passed in dance and song and stories from one generation to the next with great feasts called potlatches.

I FISH THERE FORE I LIE

Just about every weekend when I was growing up, we would throw rods and rifles and tents and shovels and pickaxes into the back of the truck and then head off to the side of a mountain or the bottom of a canyon. Hiking, fishing, hunting, rock-hounding: this is how my parents passed the time.

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