After church, we drove out to Wasilla, where Sarah’s (Kristen’s friend) uncle owns a cool cabin by a secret creek, the name of which I have sworn not to disclose.
The ‘secret creek’
The cabin
Silver salmon were what we were after. I was told that silvers were hard to catch since they tend to put up a good fight. It took me a while to learn how to cast the right distance – it went into the trees a few times. I was a novice for sure, but it was a lot of fun. (You skilled fishermen can stop laughing at me now!)
We were out there for a few hours, and by the end of the day, I, the novice, caught THREE – let me repeat, THREE – fish!! I had to let one go, since the limit of the day was two. They weren’t kidding about the silvers putting up a fight. They flipped and jumped around so hard that they left a large red spot on my stomach from the stabbing fishing pole! It was such a blast, though!!
I got one!!!
'Clubbing' it - this was for being stubborn!
(Reminded me of the time when I had to 'club' a rat!)
My first salmon - it was a big boy!
We caught 5 between the 3 of us
Fresh fillet?
Food for the month... :-)
2 comments:
How FUN! I can't believe you clubbed that poor fish, though. Sheesh.
That's kind of gross! haha - U do love your salmon... That fish was a big as you! I wouldnt wanna touch them cuz... well you know how I am - but it's seriously cool that you did that! Good for you!
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