Good one marmot..
My memorys afield more often than not go back to times with my father, who was my mentor on all things outdoors. My father was an avid hunter and fisherman. He was a logger for close to 50 years and as such most of his summers were quite relaxed at times. He was self employed for a good part of that time and when not he ran operations for a large at that time sawmill and logging operation in northern Alberta. His job offered us the opertunity to spend a good part of the summer traveling and fishing. Since the time I was quite young about 5 years old we spent many weeks even a couple years over a month traveling BC fishing just about every creek, beaver dam, or lake we came across. We would end up on the island and spend a week or two on the ocean chasing salmon.
Being the youngest in our family I was the last one to still be with my parents on these trips. I remember when in my young teens I would actualy get sick and tired of the fishing already and getting up at 4 am to go out on the water. I remember my father coming to my tent in the morning and waking me on those cool damp west coast mornings before the sun was up and me being quite reluctant to get up and not wanting to go some mornings. My father would have none of it. His saying was always,, Get up son you have to come I need your limit.. Lol.. Good times. Needless to say this is a saying I have used with my boys, more in a joking matter of course. We all get a smile on our face when I use it.
I have hundreds of memories and stories and will share some of them over time for sure. He was a very intelligent man when it came to the outdoors,, beyond his time I see now. Main stream outdoors these days are just finally catching up on some of the things we have been doing for many years now. He was a stickler for detail,, unbelievable in fact in every last thing and it paid off for us in many situations when others had little success.
