Helly Hansen

The shot rang out over Farwell Canyon as Shandro fired a round and missed... again. "Just try and lead it a little more," I said. He shouldered the twelve gauge once more and blasted three more misses. We were skeet shooting from our camp overlooking the Chilcotin River. We were three days in on a Bike Mag trip. Our mission: to explore an unknown area of northern British Columbia. Mitchell Scott was our storyteller and entertainer. Sterling Lorence was the fishing guide and photographer. Andrew Shandro was there to make fun of me. I was there to provide the artillery and redneck knowledge. We were all there to ride. Along the way we hit up the proven meccas of Williams Lake and Farwell Canyon. In the words of Sterling Lorence, the riding was, "epical firing singletrack perfection." It was awesome. We didn't find hidden stashes of great trails in Bella Coola. We didn't uncover a secret hardcore freeride community. But, we did pull some massive northern Cohos and a stunning Steelhead from the Atnarko River. We saw grizzlies across the river competing for the same fish. We had a wicked time! Matt