Fishing. Charter fishing to be exact. Today, the guys came from San Francisco. Dad and his son, and his nephew all came to Sitka for a fishing odyssey with me. Fishing with families is the best! The excitement a kid feels when he lands a fish keeps me going all day.
I picked them up at the hotel dock at five. I was up at 3:30. Not a typo. I get up at 3:30 when I fish with people staying in town.
Well it took five or six hook-ups before we finally got a king in the boat. Then we got one, missed a couple more. Got another, missed some more. Finally we had all three. It took us all day, and one of the fish that got up to the boat only to throw the hook at the last minute must have been the biggest king I've seen all season. The guys were so pumped about their fish at the end of the day that all of the frustrations were soon forgotten.
Now I'm smoking and canning fish. I'll be out on the water again tomorrow, and for the next three days straight. In fact, I've only got a couple non-fishing days between now and when we leave for south. I'll be going to a graduation in B.C., seeing my folks in Vancouver and D.C., and then I get to be the best man at my buddy's weeding in Manhattan. Then I'll be back to fish some more.
My new motorcycle should be here by then!
