- Written by Will Leschper
The bowed salmon rods bounced slightly each time the flasher and the hoochie at the end of their lines dragged through the strong current and met a mass of schooling herring that were balled up in tight groups, hoping safety in numbers was still the way to travel.
The wiggling sensation was enough to make the most cool-headed fisher want to lunge over, snatch up the rod and give it a Herculean jerk.
- Written by Pete Menutes
After living in the Last Frontier for just over two years, I found myself in a staff meeting where my boss asked me, “Pete, how long have you been in Alaska?” and immediately followed with, “...and how many salmon have you caught?”
He knew full well how long my boots have been planted on Alaska soil. He also knew the answer to his second question—“Zero."
- Written by Alaska Magazine