Here's How Legend is Born:

In inspecting the function of Google when the argument [1963 + "oak bay high"] was entered, this Bowker Creek site came up as a hit on the 16^th of May, 2003: http://members.shaw.ca/virtual/bowkerweb/History%5B1%5D.htm . Have a giggle.

Here is how urban legend is born, everybody, bad research. Hug a tree, any tree, who cares about actual facts. Facts are a nuisance. (This photograph at the bottom, as one might expect, of course, was stolen from the webmaster's site and then published without attribution and without permission. This piece of inane research and overt plagiarism will bring the opprobrium it deserves.)

It does not matter that the text with the photograph and elsewhere on the site shows that there were no fish in Bowker Creek and has done so since the day in 1999 when the site was first put up. It does not matter that this was the class of 1963 and so would have been up at UVic and frosh and so long gone by the Fall of 1963. It does not matter that the shadows are nearly the same length as the figures that are making them so the photograph had to have been made at high noon near the summer solstice at this 49^th degree of latitude and nowhere near "fall"! What about that "fall"? The dog salmon are the last to spawn, aren't they, Dave Zirul? So if it were a spawning chum they have there, this photograph would have to have been made in November when the shadows would have been much longer. Anyway, would they have been able to catch a spawning salmon right in the spawning beds by angling, Dave? Any such grotty old fish would only have been eagle food anyway. Interfering with fish on the redds is serious business, too.

Oh, no. Nope. Facts are to be dismissed as but an irritation to a tree hugger. Facts are a messy bother. They would tangle up the feet of the tree hugger immaculate in his gleaming armour of self righteousness intent as he is on marching forward with upturned, glowing face, shining eyes and a holy, holy joy infusing his pure heart.