Tight Lines

Joshua, the long haired blonde is a friend of mine, whom I stumbled upon while living in Kelowna. I was headed west, and gave him a holler.

Me: (calls Josh) " Dude I am coming to Van, wanna adventure after I am done my workshop"

Joshua:(without hesitation) "For sure, let's go fishing" 

Little did I know that we were going to be accompanied by 6 of his closest friends. Dudes trip!! It was epic and know one caught a single thing. The cabin was exactly what I imagine a family owned cabin in the mountains would be; excessive amount of beds, family photographs on the wall, a big ole pile of chopped up wood stocked for the indoor fireplace and of course and darling host who loves company. I was lucky enough to get to know the gentlemen over the weekend, and they all had interesting quirks, and their own opinions about why the world is the way it is. Despite their uniqueness, they all had something in common, can't fish worth shit, like beer, playful comradery and love of friendship. Here's a little taste of moments from my boys fishing trip in Whistler.