Gone Fishin'

Yes, really. As you read this I am somewhere in the wilderness of northern British Columbia near the Alaskan border with my good friend Darren battling my penchant for sea sickness and sunburn in an ill-fated attempt to bring home a freezer full of salmon and halibut.  When not doing that, I am hiking and kayaking blundering through the wilderness in a fruitless attempting to prove my manhood.

For those of you who know me, you realize how completely ridiculous this is.  For those of you who are real fisherman (like my Uncle Ron), you probably just coughed your morning coffee up through your nose thinking about me trying to pull this off.  For the rest of you, let me put it to you like this: the suggested packing list included a Gortex or similar jacket.  I went out and bought a neon red one so that when I do get lost in the woods, the rescue party has a better chance of getting to me before the bears.

What's the upside?  Well, hopefully lots of fresh frozen fish (shhh, don't tell Kerith that when you factor in all of the costs of this trip, this will be the most expensive fish she's ever eaten.  It's going to make Masa look cheap).  And, the booze is all inclusive at the lodge but limited entirely to wines from B.C.'s Okanagan Valley.  Having never tried any wine from that region, I am greatly looking forward to that treat.  Oh, and the floatplane.  I love when you have to provide your weight so that they can properly balance the airplane.  That always makes me feel really safe. 

So, if I buck the odds and survive this combination of Deadliest Catch and Man vs. Wild, I'll be back next week.


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