Growing up in Chilliwack..........1952
Every fisherman can remember their first Steelhead..... like where were you when Canada beat Russia in 72......We were in Charlie Smith's bike shop.....Charlie told Terry Valjean and I we had to learn how to fish properly.... We had been riding our bikes out to the Vedder River and harassing the Pink Salmon and the Chums.....kids......what are ya gonna do....enough snagging humpies, you guys need some guidance.....meet me here in the morning at 6.......bring a lunch....I will bring you back here and let you off at the end of the day.....Hey.... what a deal...So it came to pass....that Fall and Winter , Charlie took us fishing many times.....I was with him in October and caught my first Coho....One warm sunny day at a place we called the Cooper run, Charlie had come across a fresh dead Sockeye, he cut the roe out of it making ooew and awwing noises how this was really great bait.....and it was, for me...I tied a piece on my hook , cast it upriver , and my bobber dived with a 7 pound buck responding on the end of my line....that was my first Coho...he said I was the kingfisher that day....O ya....I felt like one....it was miracle to take a fish on that bright morning in the super low water.....He would pile three and four of us in the back of his little Thames truck...usually Bob Carruthers was in the front seat with him. December came...there was a few Steelhead showing up at the B. C. Electric Bridge....at six in the morning December seventh we head to that area......there were lots of fishermen out, every run was covered....we were working our way towards the bridge and split up.......I was with Bob Carruthers and Terry Valjean and Jim Willis were with Charlie, walking down below us.......I was directly under the bridge on the south side....Fishers had just walked out of the first spot at the bridge....a good looking hole right behind the structure. It was a short cast to the bridge abutment, the river flowed past it forming pocket and ripple , the water was fairly deep......I happened to glance down and there on the gravel were three large bright red colored salmon eggs...someone had dropped them from a jar of fancy single eggs............there must be some Americans fishing...that's the only place something like that would come from.......they looked good to me....I impaled two of them on my bait hook, lengthened my depth .....and flipped it out behind the abutment.....the riffle grabbed my bobber, drifted it about 4 feet then slowly it buried in the water......my gawd , wake up........hit it stupid.....reaction finally took over...I hit it ....something alive had my bait...oh gawd bless America, it gave a couple of headshakes (man, I can still feel that 50 years later) then up to the top.....there was bright silver in that boil......o man......I yelled at Charlie.....he turned , looked back and waved....o man......I want this fish so bad....why does he pull like that....don't come off, please don't come off.....this piddly little line is all I have connected to you.....I wish it was a rope...a cable ...a gillnet....easy.....don't panic......buck fever...don't do something stupid Gary...please don't come off........All the time I was getting encouragement from Bob Carruthers...I don't think I heard him....but I was glad he was there when I got the Steely's head on the bar and he expertly put his foot under the fish and flipped it well up on to the beach.........I pounced on it....that bugger was mine......I was in the club.....what a day.....I tried to calm down.... woah...a beautiful 10 pound buck Steelhead. I spent a lot of the rest of the day going back and forth where the fish lay just yappin and lookin. I think I was driving Bob nuts....Charlie also took a fish that day and that was his first of the season.....Us old pros felt good......We are back at the store about three o'clock....It is a nice December day and I have to walk home , my bike had a flat.......I did not mind.......I was proud as punch dragging that critter 3/4 mile home to Yale and Broadway....horns honked.....Roy Gleig came out of his house to congratulate me and reminisce about his first Steelhead.Dad always made a point of thanking Charlie for taking me fishing and teaching us to fish the Vedder River properly.....and over the years I thanked him many times and we often talked about that day......
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I came across this picture in a photo site called Flicker...someone submitted it as Cheam mountain overshadowing Chilliwack....after close observation until my eyes were permanently squinted I discovered that ain't Chilliwack...kinda cool...if you are familiar with this area, have a boo...well, it looks impressive....the submitter got great reviews....Cheam is big..... but not that big.....yup
Here is a fisher landing a Chinook Salmon
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