Wild Beasts of the Wild Wilderness

On our very last day in Alaska I wanted to take one more shot at fishing. We had gone countless times, without a whopper salmon of success. When the alarm went off at 8am, Joe refused to get up. So I took the canoe out solo, without much hope in my heart.


Then I got a bite. A really, really, strong fish was tugging at my line. I tried to reel him in, then my heart started pounding when he got near the surface because this guy was HUUUGE. There I was, floating in the canoe, literally being pulled around in circles. This went on for about ten minutes. Some guys on the docks nearby started laughing and watching, me not knowing what to do as I spun around. Finally I managed to paddle over to the docks with one hand, where a fisherman helped me net the salmon. Success! My very first fish! I paddled away and plotted on slipping the fish next to sleepy Joe.


We took it over to Bob and Mary's, the nice couple who lent us the canoe. We had a ferry to catch in two hours, and a monster fish on our hands.


Bob, our honorary mayor of Haines, fileted the massive beast and cooked him right up. We had yummy salmon in our bellies, some for the road (boat), and a present for our awesome hosts. All and all, an excellent last day.


p.s. I uploaded some pics to the last two photoless entries.