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Small Town Big Fishing ProblemSmall Town Big Fishing Problemby Ron KirsteinPort Renfrew is a small Canadian town with a major fishing problem. The problem is the sport fishing is great and only a few people know that. We arrive in Port Renfrew in late afternoon. Captain Quigley greets us at the entrance to Osprey Cabins. Quigley and his family provide these comfortable cabins in a beautiful rural setting - and theres an outdoor hot tub to boot! Their place is one of the most popular accommodations in Port Renfrew, and their rates are very reasonable. Captain Quigley is one of the most skilled and knowledgeable guides weve ever met. Weve been out with the affable "Captn Quigs" before, at his other fishing operation in Sooke, BC. (45 minutes west of Victoria), so we know were in good hands! The alarm shatters our solid sleep at 5 a.m. Were on the water by 6:00. The sun is just coming up behind us as we speed westward, heading towards the mouth of the San Juan Inlet. Quigleys boat is fast and powerful. We hang on to our seats as we bounce over the big waves! We stop just off Campers Bay, where the West Coast Trail from Port Renfrew meets the "Pacific Ocean" for the first time. The shoreline cliffs were spectacular and carved into numerous huge dark caves. Captain Quigley points over the port side towards the open Pacific. "Next stop Hawaii, and that way, Japan!" The water is as calm as it ever gets out here, but the rolling swells are huge. The sun is shining brightly now, but cool dark fog is already rising from the water, cloaking the cliffs. It looks like the trees are suspended in the air far above us. Captain Quigley tells us were sure to catch some big ones today. Swiftsure Bank, where Juan de Fuca Strait drops off into the deep blue Pacific, is where halibut and salmon are most plentiful. Its hard to believe were fishing on the edge of the open Pacific Ocean. The first one I catch is a screamer! They call it that because it grabs the bait and takes off. The line literally screams as the fish runs. Quigley knows what to do. He puts the boat in gear and chases the fish. My eyes almost pop when I look down at the reel and there are only about 3 wraps of line left! In seconds, the fish has run almost 300 yards of line. I reel as fast as I can until the lines tight again and the fights back on. Non-stop excitement, boats all around us are getting strike after strike. On Quigleys radio, we can hear the guides sharing information about their catches - "Double strike, 40 feet down!" They all share their success so everyone else can succeed too. Even when theres a lull, and the fish arent biting, Captain Quigley is entertaining us. He teaches us his latest fish-luring chant and the accompanying dance: "Chinook, Chinook - Bite on my hook, my hook!" Theres never a dull moment on board. And when the fish are biting, Quigley is a very patient teacher: "Let him run! Thats it Hes got the whole boat to play with. Let him tire himself out" Later, Quigley tells us a story about the biggest fish ever landed on his boat. He had taken an elderly couple on an expedition, and it was turning out to be a disappointingly uneventful day - not one bite! Until they decided to turn back. Then, all of a sudden, they got a nibble. It was a huge struggle, but with Quigleys help, they reeled it in - a 52 pounder! Now thats a really big salmon. It went on to win several categories in the fishing derby. We catch our limit long before the charters over, each fish is in the twenty-pound range. We had about 100lbs of fish on board, enough to feed us all winter! (We were fishing for spring salmon as the Coho and Sockeye fisheries were temporarily closed.) When I made dinner that night, back in Victoria, one fillet filled the grill on my barbeque! Five people dug in and there was 2/3 left over! Were talking serious salmon here, folks! Small town, big fishing problem - right? Now you know. |