I always got the little biters outta Todd’s way:









KILLER Hen! Platinum armored ghost!



The fishing was so good for a couple days, we never got off the river before pitch dark. We didnt know where the takeout was, other than that is was downriver around the bend...or maybe the next one:


Each night, the campfire stories were thick with stories of the days’ fish:



We left one river for another after a few days, in search of a new type of adventure. Danny knew a spot, the spot we’d heard about all the way back in Duvall last summer:
A panoramic-stich looking upriver and down:


Perfect stream’s waters flow together::


This day shaped into the best of the trip for me in terms of absolute enjoyment of a BC fishing experience. A small river, no roads, no house, no people, full of fish. We walked into the mouth, then hiked up through 2 miles of run after run with fish throughout. 12-21 between the 4 of us?...or someone correct me.
Totally Epic, is all I can remember, other than the fish:
They were hot, ...they all tailwalked, jumped, ran strong and long, ...if you could keep them hooked!





Coley G Photo’s

One of my favorite fish of the trip on many levels.....


Coley with a perfect specimen of a fish...A magnum 20+ buck that had this boy wielding a 3rd molar grin the rest of the day:


Tony in on the action. Boy was catching them so fast we couldnt get a lens on all of them...