Greeting folks, summer in Alaska is just around the corner! Moreover, fishing season is just around the corner. I say that while I’m watching it snow at just shy of two degrees, but nevermind that; let’s talk summer fishing. With some 1,500 views in the last thirty days, a third of which are from Alaska, I know that there are a good many of you lurking out there that I don’t personally know along side the good many that I do. Hello to all of you, but let’s cut to the chase. I came up here with fishing on my mind and fishing is what I would like to do. So if anyone has a lead on a deckhand gig anywhere in Alaska drop me a line using the “Contact Me” button above. Even if it’s a friend of a friend deal I’m certainly willing to put in the footwork to chase down a decent boat. I’d like to put some coin in my pocket, sure, but I’m just as interested in bringing the experience to life for all of you by photographing it and blogging about here. Anyone out there?
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Never forget the roots,The Joker, Popr’s,Meps spinners,long river trips, and LOVE!
That’s my pop. I’ll never forget the thousands of hours we spent floating the Shenandoah, the Juanita. It’s funny. To quote Steve: “Yesterday chiseling notes in stone tablets, today he’s on facebook.” And now a comment on my blog, but some things will never change. Fishing is as dear to my old man’s heart as life itself and it’s great to see a son’s post about fishing draws him out. The Joker, Ha. Let me tell you a funny story real quick. When I was all but twelve years old my brother, my father and I decided that we would forgo all Christmas presents one year and instead get ourselves a 17′ Coleman canoe. Now that might not seem too funny, but the reality of the matter was that we lived in a fourth floor apartment and after several attempts to move the thing up the winding staircase it simply wouldn’t go. But we were determined. We ultimately came to the conclusion that we could hoist the thing up over the fourth floor balcony with ropes, and we did. Christmas morning that year we had a 17′ canoe sitting under our Christmas tree with a big, red bow (and a big, green bow [I love English]) on it. The truth be told over hundreds upon hundreds of fish we floated that canoe until it had holes in the bottom, and then we patched them and floated it some more. Don’t worry Pop. I won’t be forgettin’ any time soon.