During my first few seasons in the Bay I traveled with an old olive drab U.S.Army duffel bag left over from my dad’s 23 years in the service. It was big and roomy and I felt it brought me luck having something of my Dad’s with me. The problem was it was near invisible in the King Salmon airport. Imagine 80 to 100 cannery workers and fishermen milling around the baggage area…..out rolls a cart loaded with 80 to 100 green and blue duffel bags……Eventually I gave Big Green an honorable discharge and went shopping. The result was a huge bag ….simple and sleek with stout handles…made of some indestructible material….with a super heavy full-length zipper….Best of all…..it was a cheerful salmon pink color…with black carrying straps..very classy…..you could convert it into a giant backpack. And in a pinch you could sleep in it…a bivvy sack. Needless to say Big Pink always stood out from the crowd….and no cannery worker or fisherman ever mistook her for theirs….I still carry something of my Dad’s…When Dad joined the U.S.Army in 1938 he was issued a heavy, wide,leather garrison belt with a solid brass buckle….He gave that belt to me when I was around 5 years old. .Or maybe I just took possession of it….I always wore it fishing…it is holding up my pants right now…I feel it brings me luck to have something of my Dad’s with me.