Rivers inlet B.C Just got off the float plane.. stowed my gear and had a great meal of beef stroganoff.. Rush to the boats for my first salt water salmon fishing experiance. The sun is starting to drop and the rose colored sky is beautyfull. A light swell is coming in and the boat rocks in rythem with the waves. Its the perfect place at the perfect time. I am impressed, I am jacked, I am HERE !!! Looking down at the bait box filled with nice firm herring I get on odd feeling.. I look up at my buddy and it hits me like a freight train.. And I know without a doubt that in the next 5 seconds I am gonna PUKE.. Beef stroganoff becomes beef castaway with such power that it could have been measured in cfs much like a river flow.. again and again I chunder as if there was no end. Tears roll down my face as I beg to be taken back to the lodge ( or hit me in the head with the fish club and kill me) A 12 lb silver slams my herring.. I want to be happy.. I want to enjoy this.. I want to die.

Each morning at the morning wake up call I find taped to my door a small letter with drugs inside that do take care of the problem but render me a sleeping dozing mess...

Give me a great slot of holding water with the rythmic dipping of the oars as the plugs work in the sweet spot.. Rivers for me guys, thats the way it has to be.