Preface - Sorry for the big pics - I am too lazy to resize
Before the pow starts to fly in earnest, I wanted to post a trip report about a special, fairly incredible fishing adventure that my dad and I had the good fortune to be invited on in mid-August. Basically, there is a family in St. Louis that we have gotten to know over the years: my dad and the patriarch through years of knowing one another socially, and me and the sons both through my attempts to call on them for money management opportunities (to this date unsuccessfully) and also through the marriage of one son to a girl I knew growing up.
One day my dad tells me that we have been invited on an all-expense-paid fishing trip to Alaska. Although I have traveled a fair amount this summer and was looking forward to chlling with the family in the weeks prior to the girls’ return to school, the prospect of going to Alaska – my favorite place on earth by far – was too tempting to pass up. The clincher came when I learned that we would be flying up first class, in their private Gulfstream III jet – holy shit, o.k. I’m in.
Here are some of the details, and then I’ll let the pictures tell the story: We would fly with 8 other father-son combos (that’s right, he paid for everyone) – most from St. Louis but 4 from California. We departed at 7 am on a Saturday and arrived at 1:00 pm in Anchorage on a bluebird 80-degree day in Alaska – holy heat wave. We then got on a smaller plane and flew to the Eskimo village of Goodnews on the Kuskokwim Delta of Bristol Bay (Far Western Alaska). We flew two hours there over some of the most ridiculous mountain scenery imaginable (Iliama, Redoubt, etc, and glaciers that were mind-boggling) After years of skiing the Chugach I still can’t believe the size and magnitude of everything Alaskan.
We got to the dirt airstrip and took jet boats five-mile up river to the camp, where we were assigned cool two-man cabins. Then we had a kick-ass barbecue and got ready for the fishing, although a bunch of dudes who knew what they were doing got right to it. The next three days were so great: I spent quality time with my dad, which is usually hard, because we work together and are always talking business. I met some great people in our group and got to know the host family a whole lot better. One of the coolest things was getting to know the guides, many of whom were also skiers, in fact one guy is an old friend of Theo, Dave Miller, Jef Zell, etc. after years of living in JH.
Two young guides became my buds, and the owner invited me to his Key West wedding this St. Paddy’s day – I am going! I went from total fishing JONG to an aggressive intermediate “double-hauling” bitch. Learning to “shoot line” was cool and standing knee to waist deep in water 9 hours a day was a lot more fun than I expected, and those friggin silver salmon are rad: as you pull in the line you see a wake forming behind the fly, and then at the last second the thing surfaces and hits the fly and then your line just buzzes as the fucker runs. They jump like two feet out of the water and fight like hell. I think that the most I caught was like 24 “landed” fish in a day, while the 75 year old guy who took us caught 71 fish his last day!
Anyway, here are the pictures – next week I’ll try to post some from our bike trip – what a summer…life is good
The chariot:
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the view from the air:
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Bristol Bay:
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Plane #2:
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our setup:
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father/son
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hooked up
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big fish
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