Harry's+photo+story

It was my first trip to Canada and first time outside the boundaries of my homeland. I had never been on a fishing trip like this. It was much different then going to the neighborhood lake to fish for brim and crappy. We were going for the big catch of the delicious salmon that are native to the icy land. After the third day of wonderful luck on Mount Harrison, extremely enthusiastic, we had decided to hike up unprotected Whitehorn mountain. Legend has it that the man eating rogue Whitehorn grizzly roams these parts thirsty for the blood of man. As we made it to 2,395 meters in elevation, 1,000 meters below the summit we had found the perfect hole. Ignoring the legend of the bear we decided to post up anyways. We weren't afraid of the bear but then again a 12-gauge helps settle our nerves. After about eleven maybe twelve casts we spotted that mamma jamma across the river on the top of a small waterfall. He looked to be at least a half ton in weight and about eight feet tall. We all froze, he looked up and saw us. He seemed to be fixated on me and my fishin' crew and seemed to be coming closer and closer. All of the sudden one of those beautiful delicious looking salmons popped out of the water and straight into that bad boy's mouth. We learned that he was just looking for the same savory meal as we.