In 2002, coming back from a fishing trip to Northern Quebec, the Fish and Game Commission gestapo, stopped our vehicle, a 28' walk in box truck that was loaded with our gear {8 guys} and fish on ice in containers.
After they checked all of our containers and found that we only had the legal limit, they made us unload the entire vehicle on the side of the road, and went through every single article, piece of clothing, and left every thing completely torn apart.
We had nothing illegal, but we had 8 fish sandwiches, which they made us eat on the spot, at 10 AM.
We axed them why they were doing this and one smart assed cop, told us, "because we can".
We complained to authorities at the border crossing, to no avail.
After over 25 years of excellent fishing in Canada, we never went back and those arrogant canucks can kiss my Dago ass and I'll continue to spend my money in the USA.
That cost those frenchy arrogant pricks over $75,000 since our change over to US fishing.
When I want really northern fishing, there is no place like Alaska, and you can see Russia from there.
That’s unfortunate, but not what we’re talking about here.
“After over 25 years of excellent fishing in Canada, we never went back and those arrogant canucks can kiss my Dago ass and I’ll continue to spend my money in the USA.”
I spent years living in Canada, mostly the NW, and I just want to say how sorry I am that all of you went through that experience. I go back to Canada often, but it feels more and more alien to me. It’s a shame because the country is beautiful and the people were always friendly and helpful. But, as my Canadian brother says, he doesn’t know anyone he liked who became a law enforcement officer. Only the pricks.