Little Town - Big Fishing Problem

Port Renfrew is a small Canadian town with aline literally 'screams' as the fish runs. Quigley
major fishing problem. The problem is the sportknows what to do. He puts the boat in gear and
fishing is great and only a few people know that.chases the fish. My eyes almost pop when I look
We arrive in Port Renfrew in late afternoon. Portdown at the reel and there are only about 3
Captain Quigley greets us at the entrance towraps of line left! In seconds, the fish had run
Osprey Cabins. Quigley and his family providealmost 300 yards of line. I reel as fast as I can
these comfortable cabins in a beautiful ruraluntil the line's tight again and the fight's back on
setting - and there's an outdoor hot tub to boot!Non-stop excitement, boats all around us are
Their place is one of the most populargetting strike after strike. On Quigley's radio, we
accommodations in Port Renfrew ,and their ratescan hear the guides sharing information about
are very reasonable.their catches - "Double strike, 40 feet down!"
Captain Quigley is one of the most skilled andThey all share their success so everyone else can
knowledgeable guides we've ever met. We'vesucceed too. Even when there's a lull, and the fish
been out with the affable "Capt'n Quig" before, ataren't biting, Captain Quigley is entertaining us. He
his other fishing operation in Sooke, ,B.C. (45teaches us his latest fish-luring chant and the
minutes west of Victoria), so we know we're inaccompanying dance: "Chinook, Chinook - Bite on
good hands!my hook, my hook!" There is never a dull
The alarm shatters our solid sleep at 5 a.m. We'remoment on board.
on the water by 6:00. The sun is just coming upAnd when the fish are biting, Quigley is a very
behind us as we speed westward, headingpatient teacher: "Let him run! That's it... He's got
towards the mouth of the Port San Juan Inlet.the whole boat to play with. Let him tire himself
Quigley's boat is fast and powerful. We hang onout..."
to our seats as we bounce over the big waves!Later, Quigley tells us a story about the biggest
We stop just off Camper's Beach , where thefish ever landed on his boat. He had taken an
West Coast Trail from Port Renfrew meets theelderly couple on an expedition, and it was turning
"Pacific Ocean" for the first time. The shorelineout to be a disappointingly uneventful day - not
cliffs were spectacular and carved into numerousone bite, until they decided to turn back! Then, all
huge dark caves.of a sudden, they got a nibble. It was a huge
Captain Quigley points over the port side towardsstruggle, but with Quigley's help, they reeled it in -
the open Pacific. "Next stop Hawaii, and that-awaya 52-pounder! Now that's a really big salmon.
Japan!" The water is as calm as it ever gets outIt went on to win several categories in the fishing
here, but the rolling swells are huge. The sun isderby. We catch our limit long before the
shining brightly now, but cool dark fog is alreadycharter's over, each fish is in the twenty-pound
rising from the water, cloaking the cliffs. It looksrange. We had about 100lbs of fish on board,
like the trees are suspended in the air far aboveenough to feed us all winter! (We were fishing for
us.spring salmon as the Coho and Sockeye fisheries
Captain Quigley tells us we're sure to catch somewere temporarily closed.)
big ones today. Swiftsure Bank, where Juan deWhen I made dinner that night, back in Victoria,
Fuca Strait drops off into the deep blue Pacific, isone fillet filled the grill on my barbeque! Five people
where halibut and salmon are most plentiful. It'sdug in and there was2/3 left over! We're talking
hard to believe we're fishing on the edge of theserious salmon here, folks!
open Pacific Ocean.Small town, big fishing problem - right? Now you
The first one I catch is a screamer! They call itknow.
that because it grabs the bait and takes off. The