2 years ago I decided to take my wife out fishing on the Fraser. She loves salmon fishing. I parked the truck and started the 10 minute walk to the river. Half way there, I here a noise in the bush. I stopped walking, and my wife stopped behind me. The noise stopped so we kept going. Another 200 yards down the trail, I hear the noise again. I stop again, and my wife stops behind me again. We stand in the same spot for 10 seconds in silence, then she asks my why I keep stopping. Not 2 seconds after she asked the question, a big black bear pops out of the bushes not more than 10 yards ahead of me. It walked down the trail in the same direction we were going for about 30 yards, then back into the bush on the opposite side. Just like it never saw us. I basically sprinted the rest of the way to the river.
Out sturgeon fishing one day a few years back, we decided to pull anchor and try a different spot. I started to pull the anchor, and could tell almost immediately that it was pulling something up with it. After a few minutes of grunting and groaning, up pops the anchor with some braided line wrapped around one of the teeth. So I start pulling on the line. Again, after a few minutes of grunting and groaning, up comes a great custom built sturgeon rod with a nice Penn 330 reel. Cleaned the rod up and took the reel to Mikes to get it cleaned out. As good as new. Didn't get the big one that day, but got something almost as good.