My parents where never big on teaching my brothers and I how to fish, so I self taught myself through trial and error. Periodically my friends and I would go fishing in the river behind our home. Typically we would catch carp, suckers and on rare occasions a bass. As we got older and learned to drive, we expanded our fishing locations. On one particular occasion we drove to Bayfield and where fishing the Bayfield River. We had no idea what kind of fish where there, we just knew it was just inland from Lake Huron and assumed it had to have fish. We were on the banks of the river and not having much luck, so we were constantly changing up our lures. Then it happened, I had a strike and my line was screaming off my reel. We had no idea what it was but it kept taking line and I only had 8lb. test on. I had to run along the bank of the river to keep the tension on and not run out of line. Eventually after about 20 minutes I was able to get it close to shore and saw it was a salmon. My heart was pounding in excitement as I had never caught one before. It took another 10 minutes of carefully tiring it out before I was able to land it. We were all jumping up and down enjoying the moment. Well that moment must has been about 15 minutes or so before the OPP came to check up on us to see if we were fishing with the appropriate licenses. The fish was all we could talk about on the 1 hour drive home. Everyone was joking about how I looked so funny running up and down the river bank to catch him. Well I got home and my father was stunned by what he saw, but was quick to say “we are eating salmon for dinner tonight”.