I had fished for a week, and caught a lot of fish, but none past the magical 20lb mark, which all around me had achieved. It was silly really, but I was growing frustrated, having travelled half-way around the world to catch a big lake trout. In desperation, I turned to my dead father, and promised his memory that I’d give up smoking if he helped me catch that big fish. 90 minutes into the day I caught the first of two 20lb trout. Who knows why? But thanks Dad.