No matter what I did it seemed like I always ended up back in the fish pile. It seemed like fish was such a big part of my life from growing up, and I spent so much time around dad and the outdoor life and the fishery, I think it's a part of me. Something that I'll never probably shake, in a sense of getting away from it totally, but that's where I feel most comfortable.

I have a lot of fond memories of growing up in L'Anse au Diable. There was only eight or ten families living there. I can remember when I was five or six years old, we would play a lot down on the beach when the caplin rolled in. I used to sneak a knife from the kitchen, one of the table knives - the case knives we called them. There was always a bunch of kids around me. They called me the splitter. We'd pile up the caplin and I'd try to split it. We'd have rows and rows of caplin along the beach like you would salt bulk fish, and we'd pack them up on the beach. There was a sandy beach in L'Anse au Diable and hemlock grew up along the shoreline. We'd salt the hemlock with sand too.