Written By: Andy Nicholson
On Date: 6/2/2012
The Airbus banked gracefully towards the West, our take off perfect, in more ways than one. Looking through the window, one last glance at Heathrow and London, not a longing look, but one of relive. Daniel, my younger son and I had spent the last gruelling 24 hours staying and travelling across this chaotic city. Frankly we were like fish out of water, more used to the rugged great outdoors, with rod in hand, in search of wild fish, and London was as alien as it gets for two country angling bumpkins.
At last after months of waiting, planning and hearts full of anticipation, we were finally en-route to B.C Canada, courtesy of Mike Duncan owner and operator of Prestige Sports Fishing and Tourism British Columbia, who had kindly provided a flight for me. Our mission that we willingly accepted was to explore and fish the Harrison and Fraser river, with Mike, in the hope of catching the mighty legendary Sturgeon and some of the five species of Pacific Salmon that run these rivers in huge numbers.
Over a comforting Gin and tonic, or two!! I tried to temper Daniels enthusiasm and expectations, he already a well season angling traveller, despite being in his mid 20,s a veritable veteran of fishing and exploring in countries such as Africa, Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam, across Europe and more recently Australia. Sometimes with his ole Dad and lately on his own. His thirst for angling adventure was equalling mine now and it was a great exciting and comforting feeling to know, we yet again going to share another adventure into the un-known.
For me this was my 45th year of travelling the world, on press and angling assignments in search of exotic species, and legendary mythical fish. Taking me to many far-flung, sometimes god-forsaken places around the globe. Been there, done it, worn the tee shirt and literally done the videos and T.V shows. Very many of these adventures had been incredibly life changing and memorable. But just as many had been unmitigated disasters, un-fulfilled operator promises, lost and sunk at sea, shot at by pirates in the Indian Ocean. Actually shot in the leg by bandits in the Kenyan outback, too many tales of woe to re-tell.
So it was natural that I tried to instil in to Daniel these sorts of trips, sometimes aren’t all they can be are cracked up to be, and to air on the side of caution in ones expectations. The prodigal son was having none of it!! He like I had done the research and the conversation during the majority of the flight, was not if we were going to catch, but how many, how big and how many different species. His enthusiasm boundless and infectious, so who was I to disagree!!??
Mike and his delightful Mum Kim greeted us with open arms at Vancouver airport and whisked us, the two-hour drive to the bustling town of Chilliwack, nestling in the valley of the Fraser and Harrison River, to the amazing fisherman friendly hotel The Coast. Some ten minutes drive to the river, a fantastic hospitable hotel, geared towards the visiting angler.
Mike had previously sent a very professional all encompassing itinerary for the ten days of fishing available to us. A mixture of Sturgeon and Salmon fishing, along with hatchery visits and a taste of the local scenery and culture. As we had arrived at night, it was early to bed, as our angling adventure was to start at 8am the following morning; no time to waste the river was calling.
I will never forget that first morning, we awoke to the most amazing breath taking views of snow-capped mountains and valleys surrounding the hotel, it was simply breathtaking. Our first task was to purchase salmon licences and a sturgeon tag, at a very reasonable cost from the tackle shop literally across the road from the hotel. A veritable tackle emporium brimming, with state of the art tackle and accessories. Could have spent hours musing over the tempting goodies, this shop had to offer, but there were fish to be caught.
Our next stop, again just over the road, the local supermarket, to purchase lunch for the day, we were greeted at the door, by Mike the store security guard, with a big Canadian smile. Somehow knew we were fishing, gave us a guided tour of the well stocked delicatessen, supplied us with free coffee and breakfast buns!! What a welcome, what hospitality, a new friend instantly made. Each day from there on, Mike along with the rest of the staff, there to greet and serve us, ask of our previous days adventures, a natural friendliness I had rarely encountered before. We were made to instantly feel at home.
Mike had previously explained, that he would be taking us Sturgeon fishing and a guide called Len Ames, would be looking after us for the Salmon fishing, he the most experienced guide on the river.
On returning to the hotel, Len and his amazing Jet boat, was already there ready and waiting, another warm wonderful Canadian greeting, yet again another instant connection, his boat to die for. State of the art, the very latest tackle on board, spare waders and even boots if we wanted, short of nothing and even a heater on board, this was early November after all.
Within ten minutes of leaving the hotel, we were effortless easing this fine craft down the slipway and heading up the mighty Fraser River, when I say mighty, this river is over 900 miles long!!! On the short journey Len explained we were going to start fishing for Chum right at the confluence of the Fraser and Harrison. A meeting of two rivers very different in colour, the Fraser brown and the Harrison a greeny blue, much shorter, some 22 miles from its source, The Harrison Lake.
On arriving at this chosen spot, it was clear to see why, frankly did not know where to look, Salmon jumping, literally everywhere. How could we fail?? We didn’t!! Within the first 30 minutes, my arms were aching; we were loosing count of the fish caught. On a method I had not encountered before, an 8ft spinning rod, small multiplier, attached to the braid, a sliding foam float, torpedo weight and a purple type fly that looked more like a mackerel feather!!
These Chum salmon, often called Dog Salmon due to sharp dog like teeth. The hardest Doggish!!! Like fight from these you will ever encounter, you just can’t get their heads up, they wont give up. Some were brand new and silver even with sea lice on, others, more coloured after being in the system for a while and some to double figures. What a start, how could it really get much better than this.?? It did!!
Len to enlighten, had guided on this system all his working life, was one of the first professional angling guides on the river and had operated his own guiding service for decades, now working exclusively for Mike as he runs in to retirement. We were lucky to be guided by him, a master at his trade, a true conservation minded angler, who knows the river and valley inside out.
After sussing Dan and I out, catching the Chum, decided we possibly could fish a bit and ready to move on and try our hand at fly fishing and some spin casting. We headed up the Harrison River, what scenery what a sight, the journey up the mountainous valley again breathtaking. I had previously asked if there was any chance of seeing Eagles, a wry look came upon Len’s face and said maybe, just maybe??.
Eagles not by the hundred, but by the thousands we viewed. The Bald Eagles had arrived en-mass, feasting upon the carcases of spawned out Salmon, along with Turkey Vultures and all manor of wild life. Taking full advantage of natures larder, that this phenomenal occurrence of Pacific Salmon dying as part of the life cycle, it truly was a magical amazing sight.
Our next task was to try and catch what Len regard as the pinnacle of the run at this time of year, the Coho run had just began in earnest. To be found in different areas, a change of tactics and methods required to catch these magnificent fish. Found in much slacker water than the rushing main river, in the tributaries and the quieter off shoots from the Harrison. A lot more skill, stealth and finer tackle required to tempt this elusive fish.
With the boat anchor secured on the bank, we started spinning in a back water, with barbless single hooked, small silver spinners, a pre-requisite to fishing these rivers, part of their amazing conservation minded programme, always putting the fish and environment first. The Coho, Len explained, loved to be alongside structures, or right against the far bank, so accurate casting, be it with the fly or spinner defiantly the order of the day.
This backwater like a small slow running stream, was alive with fish, full of Chum, Chinook and Sockeye, all mulling around and jumping, really did not know where to look first!! But Len’s keen well-seasoned professional eye had seen Coho breaking the water. At this point Dan and I could not tell the difference between the multitude of jumping fish. The problem, if you could call it a problem!! Was keeping the spinner away from the veracious Chum. An accurate cast within an inch of the far bank, definitely the order of the day and the Coho, would hit you, so we were told, within a couple of foot off the far bank.
This method required deftness and skill, many casts were made and countless more Chum caught these fish as they aged in the river, became, very coloured, grew larger teeth, not a pretty sight and often due to so many fish in the river, they were hooked in the tail, now that was a fight I can tell you!! On each occasion this happened, Len could be heard, Oh Gawd another “Chum up the Bum” followed by “Now that’s Butt Ugly” these became catch phrases of the week, but Dan and I never too sure, if he referring to us!! or the Fish!!?? Len’s sense of humour infectious, at times difficult to fish, for the laughter that echoed in this magical valley.
However under Len’s amazing guidance, I hooked my first Coho, with an inch perfect cast, it hit me two foot off the far bank. This double figure fish was more airborne than in the water, when in the water twisted turned and rolled like no fish I had ever encountered. We were taught to kneel in the water cradle the fish under its stomach, which made it completely calm, to be photographed, while never leaving the river. As we admired this incredible bright brand new fresh run silver creature. Len exclaimed, now that’s what I call a fish, “A Chromer” and that was the famous “Coho Roll” more catch phrases, that resounded during our stay.
Len now turned his attention to Dan, I was getting the hang of this new method and the Coho were coming thick and fast to my rod. I was captivated and Dan frustrated, somehow he just could not escape, that Butt Ugly Fish. Len directed operations over Dan’s shoulder, the shout came out “fish on” the rod bent heavily, a mighty huge fresh Coho, launched itself out of the water, screamed across the backwater and re-entered the main river, the line parted, no sooner hooked than lost. Dan stood shaking, open mouthed, it was a big-un and he knew, somehow the mistake was his, lesson learnt and not to be repeated. From Len a wry smile and muttered, “Dumb SOMETHING OR OTHER”.!!
That first day, we explored many other areas of the Harrison River, in search of the Coho, they moved quickly, one minute in one area then gone. Len’s incredible, in depth knowledge of this system invaluable.
Several more fish we caught, but for Daniel the Coho evaded him, he would have to wait for another day. We returned to the hotel exhausted, arms aching, but it was a nice sort of tiredness. In our beds that night we dreamt of wild dancing fish on our lines and the wilderness we were privileged to have shared with the bald eagles.
Daniel the following day woke with a steely determination, there was no way the Coho were going to get the better of him. Within half an hour of arriving on the river, he landed his very first Coho. Again another bright silver fish, am not sure which was the bigger, his smile or the fish.
Len decided we had come of age, the spinning rods should be retired, in preference to the fly. The spinning rods for the rest of our stay were never to see the light of day again. We had served our apprenticeship and this really was the only way to catch these worthy advisories.
After fishing and searching many areas, trying our best to dodge the ever-present Chum, we ended up in this stunning hidden secret creek, a place forgotten by time. With the boat moored and following literally in the fresh paw prints of bears,!! we waded out to begin our quest with the fly.
At this point surely I can be excused, for being a tadge apprehensive, looking over ones shoulder and asking tentative questions, like “do you see many bears” answer “Yes” “well what happens when one comes towards you” “or maybe tries to attack”. Dan so focused on his fishing had not really thought of this!! Len turned to Dan and said, don’t worry you and I will be fine, reckon we can out run yer ole Dad and the bear will get him before us. Nice I thought!! Lens wonderful sense of humour had struck again. However pleased to say in one way, and disappointed in another, we did not see a bear all week, just the tracks, where they had feasted and slept, they are just not a danger. Phew!!!
Dan in the past had caught many a Salmon, but never on a fly. Len knowing this concentrated his expert guiding efforts on Dan, while I explored, fished and wandered. Not long however before I was scuttling back to witness and photograph Dan’s first fly caught Coho, a magnificent specimen, a chromer into double figures. This was fly-fishing utopia, so many fish came to Lens amazing hand tied fly’s and Dan fast becoming very proficient with the fly rod, hard to tear us away from this magical creek, where the Coho rolled and jumped upon our lines.
On our third day, Len opted to take us up river, in his smaller open jet boat with shallower draft. We explored and fished creeks and tributaries that looked impossible to gain access, less than ankle deep in places. Lens boat handling as good as it gets, such expertise and always with safety in mind. To learn this system, takes a lifetime and we were privileged to avail ourselves of his hard earned knowledge.
Again we ventured into a tributary so deep and lost in the wilderness, so beautiful, where the Beavers busied themselves building obstacles to negotiate around. Lens angling senses sort of knew the Salmon had pushed high into the system, how right he was. This part of the river, just thick with fresh jumping Coho, along with the other species. The bed of the river literarily moved with fish, oh boy what a day we had. It was just not the most excellent fishing, the quality and quantity caught, but the entire experience. For both Dan and I, we had reached the angling gates of heaven, these wondrous rare days, you just don’t want to end, but so much more to come.
That eve we transferred from hotel in Chilliwack to the most amazing lodge on the banks of the Harrison River, in fact the boat slipway only 100 yards walk away. With views of the valley, river and mountains. We had been invited to stay by kind generosity of Darcy the owner, a dear friend to Mike and his Mum Kim. He was still improving this stunning lodge, after moving from way up north and selling his cattle farm.
With a view to renting to visiting anglers at some point in the future, I really hope he achieves his dream and goal. His hospitality outstanding and added so much to the remainder of our stay. Nights after fishing were full of chat, banter and tales of the real Canada, along with his fine cooking, without doubt the best-cooked steak I had ever tasted. Even a pool table, to wile away the dark hours, yet again another friend had been firmly made. He made us feel really at home and could not do enough for us. To stay in this incredible lodge and fish on this river, are what angling dreams are made of.
A new dawn came and with it a new challenge, Mike collected us from the nearby slipway and our quest to try and connect with the legendary prehistoric Sturgeon. Mikes jet boat just amazing, packed with the latest equipment, despite Mikes young age, he now a veritable expert and veteran in angling and guiding terms. His Dad a veteran guide and Mike had lived and fished on the river all his life and like Len, knew it like the back of his hand. His well earned reputation for winkling big Sturgeon and plenty of them, out of the Harrison and Fraser, again second to none.
Mike well under way, in building his professional guiding service and spreading his wings. Hence why I was invited from a far, to experience his world of angling, Len had long recognised Mike’s established guiding ability, lending all of his support and working exclusively alongside him.
Neither Dan nor myself had caught a Sturgeon, had been on my bucket list for many a year. This is a very sporting fish, that often leaps and tail walks when hooked, with long hard surging runs and the tackle very much stronger and up-graded, from the delicate fly gear we had been using. A 30lb/50lb boat style rod, with a lever drag multiplier, loaded with strong braid line. The terminal tackle comprised of a running boom, a large enough weight to hold bottom, a sizeable barbless hook baited with eel section, fish eggs or fish meat, the secret it had to be smelly!
Mike explained due to the unprecedented large run of Salmon this season, the Sturgeon were and had been feasting on the dead carcases, extremely full of late, very fussy and picky on what they took, they had so much choice of food and quantity to eat. The bites and takes just not developing as they normally do. So the normal 6/7 Sturgeon that Mike landed in a day and big ones would be difficult to achieve. Oh by the way they grow to over 11ft long, a prize worth waiting for.
Our first days Sturgeon fishing fascinating, a great deal of skill and knowledge, is required to find the right areas, present the bait in the perfect way, knowing what to look for on the fish finder and how to moor the boat. Mike a master at this and like Len his boat handling superb.
To actually strike, hook, play and land one of these Leviathans, requires a great deal of skill and subtle technique, we had a lot to learn from Mike.
A great many anglers who go in search of these fish, have the fish hooked by the guide, then the rod handed over to fight the fish. Somehow that did not feel right and we wanted to, make the cast and hook the fish. Even if it meant learning from our mistakes, oh boy did we make a few!! But for me that’s part and parcel of fishing, more of a sense of achievement when the monster is landed.
During that day our mistakes came to haunt us. Mike managed to put us over many Sturgeon that took the bait, we either missed them or did not hook them properly. In fairness Mike did warn us, that with the fish being so full, the normal hungry takes, just weren’t happening, as they should do, with the rod being nearly ripped out of its holder.
We got another take, Dan being somewhat more fleet of foot than his ole Pa, got to the rod quickly, hit a fish and wow for the first time we experienced the raw power of these beasts. The rod bent double, nearly took Dan of his feet, “and he is a big lad”. It set of like a turbo charged Volvo Estate car, ran 50yds or so powered down to the depths, shook its head like a lassoed bull, then the line went slack!! Mike exclaimed now that was a big-un! Dan and I looked at each other, almost in horror and said, Blooming Heck!! Or words to that effect!!! We had encountered and lost something very powerful and extraordinary.
That first days Sturgeon fishing flew by, we hooked and missed many fish, some from naivety and incompetence on our part, others due to the fish not really being hungry. We even witnessed Sturgeon launching themselves from the water, almost mocking us, that we could not as yet land one, an amazing sight.
Am sure if Mike had been on the rods, at least one or two would have been landed. But we had to learn, were doing so fast and the hard way. Our Captain spoke with several other boats out on the water that day and not a single fish landed, many had not even had a bite. Mike has a nose and special sense for Sturgeon, knowing the right place at the right time and what bait to use, he was however convinced our time would come.??
The following day the weather had turned, it was decided we would take the opportunity to visit some hatcheries and the surrounding area. Difficult to drag yourself away for the fishing, but really wanted to view, what re-generation work was taking place. To say I was impressed with what we witnessed that incredible day, is a vast understatement.
The hatcheries, the most impressive and professional I have ever viewed in the world. Created at the source of the tributaries, the small streams leading out of the hatcheries were literally black with Salmon, queuing to enter the hatchery, a sight to behold. Once inside, a combination of specially constructed spawning reds, so the fish could spawn naturally and collecting areas where the fish were lifted and stripped of their eggs and milt. Plus a huge raft of holding tanks, to rear the fish at different stages of the cycle. Before being released back into the system, to be able to follow their natural migration and instincts.
Along with these fine hatcheries, stripping work was carried out on the main river, and the eggs taken to the hatchery. No conservation method was left to chance; wardens even toured the main rivers and tributaries, carrying out surveys to determine the size of each species run.
Along with using barbless hooks, the only Salmon you are permitted to take are the ones that have gone through the hatchery after having their adipose fins clipped, leaving the wild spawners to increase their numbers unheeded. This is a wonderful balance, between sporting activities and preservation.
Un-like many other governments, the Canadian authorities recognise, not only the value of maintaining this natural resource but also enhancing and increasing. In just one area of Canada alone, recreational salmon fishery spending, amounted to $128 million, in 2010 and views it as a vital part of their economy and tourism. In the Uk especially, and in many other parts of the world, we all could and should learn, copy and instigate these conservation initiatives, of maintaining nature’s balance that the Canadians do so incredibly well.
Back to the river, continuing our quest for the elusive Sturgeon. Mike had the bit between his teeth, determined to find a fish for us. More coaching, more instruction; several more missed bites and lost fish. My instincts told me to stand over the rod, to be more hands on, watching the rod like a hawk. The take came, the rod doubled over with venom and I struck it, for all I was worth.
Oh boy, was not quite prepared for what happened next, the fish took off on a long hard surging run, then doubled back, went from one side of the boat to another. I was dancing around the boat like a man possessed, with tackle and arms strained to the limit. Mike directing the operation with militarily precision. Eventually the fish came alongside, Mike proficiently and gently lifted the mighty fish on board, cheekily turned to me and stated, I was no longer a “Sturgeon Virgin”
With the fish un-hooked, we had time to photograph this momentous occasion, along with admiring this prehistoric fish, a wondrous sight looking at a monster such as this, that has anatomically been the same for millions of years. Mikes handling, love, care and respect for this rare specie, obvious for all to witness. Wonderful to see this 5ft plus leviathan returned to its natural environment, to fight enough day. I had achieved a lifetimes dream, a moment in time, that will live with Dan and I for the rest of our life’s.
Mike had yet again worked his magic, when all others around had failed. This time of the year, a short period when the Sturgeon are full, due to this massive run of Salmon. Normally the Sturgeon much easier to come by. Dan and I were not complaining, a goal reached and witnessed something quite remarkable. Dan had shook hands with several Sturgeon, and now has a big excuse to return to loose his virginity!! to a Sturgeon. A big Thanks Mike.
Part of my job reviewing these sort of trips, is to be objective, brutally honest, to tell it as it is, warts an all. On the up side, this press trip ticked every box on my list, the combination of fishing different methods, for all the species available, in the most spectacular scenery you can imagine. Fishing with the most professional guides I have ever come across in these long years of mine on this fishing planet, can only be described as magical along with enjoying the most incredible hospitably and staying in fabulous accommodation, was a true privilege.
If you were to make only one angling trip of a lifetime, then I would strongly urge you to contact Mike and book it ASAP. For it will be a trip of a lifetime, trust me on this one. Is it appropriate to take a none fishing partner with you? Yes so much to do and see. Do you need to take any tackle? Nope they have it all, even waders and boots, just turn up. Could you go over there and fish on your own? Nope you need a guide, this is a wilderness and expert knowledge is required, if you are lucky, book with Mike he is the best and you never know, Mike might put you with Len before he retires, but somehow I don’t think he will! His love of the river and fishing far too great
Oh I digress, the down side of my review and trip! Urmmmm!! Ahaaaa! I’m struggling on this one; there wasn’t any warts or problems, apart from not being long enough. Its not a matter of if Dan and I return, its when. I just loved every minute of this trip, the only thing I would change, I will fly out of Manchester or Birmingham next time, just cant stand London!
It was not difficult to comprehend, that we really only just scratched the surface and the angling potential in Canada. I was so impressed by all the angling conservation methods, along with the incredible hatchery's we visited on the Harrison system. The emphasise on enhancing, conservation and re-generating natural Salmon spawning, was the most impressive I have ever seen. The wild life was just incredible to view, in such an un-spoilt idyllic wilderness
The last two days of our stay, spent Salmon fishing again with Len, for our now beloved Coho. Yet again the fishing was amazing, so many fish came to our rods. Such fun we had, as always the jokes and Mickey taking, part and parcel of those idyllic days with Mike and Len.
We had collectively caught in excess of 140 Salmon!, all returned.
For the last couple of hours Len took us to our favourite secret hidden creek, that abounded with free taking hard fighting, fresh run Coho. Dan managed to catch his biggest of the trip, a near 20lb stunning fish. I had decided to finish on a high, catch my last chrome Coho, see it safely swim away, then sadly and poignantly wave farewell to this angling paradise, and that’s exactly what I did.
As I stood by the boat chattering with Len, I could see Dan, just standing waist deep in the river. His last cast had been made; I could see he was lost in thought. Taking a last longing look up the valley and creek, he like me just did not want to leave, in his own way, saying his last fond farewells, no doubt voicing his thanks to the Canadian fishing gods and thanks for the best experience and fishing he had encountered in his life, My sentiments entirely.
We have all seen the magnificent evocative film “A River Runs Through It”, starring Robert Redford, somehow this film came to mind as we journeyed back down the river and inevitably, en-route back to dear ole Blighty.
Well this river, this valley, these folk, this country, those moments in time had run right through our hearts and stuck there, we will return, till then I dream of mighty leaping Sturgeon and the Coho Roll.
Andy Nicholson
Please see our photo gallery, Mikes web site and face book page.
Acknowledgements
A very big thanks to the following:
Mike Duncan and his dear Mum Kim from Prestige Sports Fishing
Len Ames, Darcy, Mike from the supermarket, the Coast hotel, Air Canadian and last but by no means least Eileen Clarke, Tourism British Columbia.
Fact File;
Mike Duncan
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Prestige Sportfishing, Owner & Professional Guide
mike@prestigesportfishing.com
www.prestigesportfishing.com
http://www.facebook.com/prestigesportfishingbc
Phone: 1-604-819-4560
Eileen Clarke
Travel Media Specialist
Tourism British Columbia
British Columbia House,
3 Regent Street, 3rd Floor,
London SW1Y 4NS
T 44 (0)20 7930 6857 ext. 206
F 44 (0)20 7930 2012
EClarke@TourismBC.co.uk
www.BritishColumbia.travel
Air Canada
www.aircanada.com
The Coast Hotel
Contact Mike Duncan he has a deal there.
Target Species and Season outlook
January: Steelhead fishing is fair, some winter cutthroat
February: Steelhead fishing is good, some winter cutthroat
March: Sturgeon begin to get active again, steelhead is good, cutthroat is good
April: Sturgeon fishing takes off, and begins our prime season! cutthroat is good
May: Sturgeon is great, can be tricky at times with the high water we have in May, cutthroat is OK
June: Sturgeon is great, still can be tricky at times with the high water
July: Sturgeon is great, river begins to drop and its game on!
August: Sturgeon is great as the salmon have arrived, Chinook fishing is good, sockeye fishing is good, cutthroat trout is great
September: Chinook fishing is great, sockeye is good, pink fishing is superb! Coho begin to arrive, chum trickle in: Sturgeon on pink years is at prime! Sturgeon is good otherwise.
October: Sturgeon is at peak time, Chinook is good, chum is good, Coho is good
November: Coho and chum are good, sturgeon is good
December: Coho/Chum are still avail but in low numbers, sturgeon can be OK
Outlook Per Species with dates fish able:
Sockeye: August 4- September 15
Chinook: August 1 - September 17, September 25 - October 25
Coho: September 20 - November 10
Chum: September 30 - November 10
Pinks: August 20 - September 30
Cutthroat: Feb - April July-September
Sturgeon: April - November is considered peak time , April/May, August - November is peak for sure.
Costs:
Package 1: 7 days fishing 8 nights at coast hotel.
Includes:
- 7 days of fishing, 8 hours each day, 2 anglers per boat
- 8 nights stay at coast chilliwack hotel, double occupancy
- breakfast each morning
- Transport to and from airport
NOTE: Taxes, Licenses, Lunch, Dinner, Separate rooms and Gratuity is extra
Price: $3031 per person
Package 2: 12 days fishing 13 nights at coast hotel.
Includes:
- 12 days of fishing, 8 hours each day, 2 anglers per boat
- 13 nights stay at coast chilliwack hotel, double occupancy
- breakfast each morning
- Transport to and from airport
NOTE: Taxes, Licenses, Lunch, Dinner, Separate rooms and Gratuity is extra
Price: $4996 per person--
Mike Duncan
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Prestige Sportfishing, Owner
mike@prestigesportfishing.com
www.prestigesportfishing.com
http://www.facebook.com/prestigesportfishingbc
1-604-819-4560
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Andy Nicholson
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