A tremendous reminder. I always enjoyed his books. I grew up in the territory about which he wrote and so it all had special meaning. I think I still have the last one I read, Bright Waters Bright Fish, tucked away somewhere. Time to look and maybe read it again.
I was a teenager in the area when he was a judge and it was certainly considered bad luck to appear before him.
I recall reading in one of his books about his early years in BC when he worked in a logging camp near the Nimpkish River. He talked about throwing copper spoons to huge schools of giant Springs as they came up the river. Oh to see that again.
I think it was that same book in which he wrote about a smaller stream near the Nimpkish in which the coho were bigger, brighter and better biters. He never identified the stream and I have wondered whether it was the Kokish, the Cluxewe or an even smaller stream.