We decided to anchor in Port Harvey for the evening. We dropped the crab trap anticipating the next days dinner. We were rewarded with 4 crabs.

Port Harvey offers several well sheltered, quiet anchorages that are perhaps the best cruising anchorages along Johnstone Strait. It is also the closest anchorage to the famed Robson Bight. In the shallows of Robson Bight the Orcas rub their bellies and sides to rid themselves of parasites.Whale watching here is at its best. Total respect must be given to these wonderful mammals.

We would continue on to Potts Lagoon. We anchored amongst three other boats for the evening. In the background the sound of a small waterfall. It was here that I witness my first Herring Ball. The entire lagoon was a big ball.In most cases these herring balls last for only a few minutes and it is important to act quickly to that specific location so that you can cast to the feeding melee. Be assured, when you have hooked a fast feeding coho or chinook in one of these situations it is an experience to remember! I did not have a net or a fishing line handy. It was something to remember. I will always be curious to how many salmon must have been there to coral so many herring.

We weighed anchor and continue on to our next destination. As we pulled the pawn trap up we could see that we were going to enjoy yet another wonderful seafood meal. Our guest, Betty was now experiencing a reaction to a seasickness patch she had administered. She was covered in a angry red rash and her lips were swelling. We monitored the situation and because her airways did not seem to be a problem continued. She took some Benadry and went back to bed.

We had to travel through Beware Passage. It is obstructed by numerous islands, rocks and shoal areas: local knowledge is recommended and it is prudent to navigate it at low water on a rising tide when underwater dangers are visible. Close attention should be paid to drift from tidal streams. It was our moment!

Once through the pass (no problems) we were in First Nations Territory. Mamalilaculla .... is in ruins. An Indian village once prosperous with wooden houses, circa 1920. The village is now abandoned and nature is slowly reclaiming its territory. Remanants of long houses and totems are still prevalent.

While we were anchored in this location, we heard two native fisherman yelling that they had just caught a halibut! Anchors aweigh!. We scurried over the same area. Dropped our line and started jigging. Within 2 minutes I got a bite. I couldn't budge the line. It was too heavy. I had a big one not a 35 pound one. Ken quickly came to my rescue. Well that halibut got my lure. I am positive it was at least 100 pounds but I guess I'll never know, nor will anyone ever believe me!