Here's a nice halibut I caught Sunday before we were blown off the water. I've had some bad luck with the dogs. Henry keeps eating stuff off the beach: dead crabs, bones from seabirds. He's sick every other day. He's in and out of the condo ten times per night. So I'm dead tired trying to keep up with him. But Captain Jeff of Good Time Charters has been hitting the water without me. He found this king for this little boy this morning trolling in an undisclosed location. Peter, my deckhand friend was driving the boat. I love their faces in this shot. The feeder king is the prized fish of Cook Inlet.
Chinook Salmon season closed yesterday. You can still fish the ocean and the Homer Spit, but the streams are done. I was able to get this buck on a fly, a purple and black streamer. I fished exactly five minutes. He hit on the second cast and it took at least ten minutes to subdue him. I was lucky. I had been skunk the proceeding trips to this river. In other news, I'm weening myself off pastries and trying to eat salads. I don't want to come back to Wyoming 20 pounds heavier. It seems there's pastries and doughy pizza available here in absurd quantities.
Tired of politics? Find a new hobby. I used to throw out the roe from king salmon. This year I kept it and cured my own eggs. Follow the instructions you find online and it's easy, like most things. Cured eggs cost about 14 bucks per pound. I made five pounds so I have enough bait for the rest of the summer. Mine stays on the hook better than the stuff you buy at the store.
The kings are trickling in from the ocean. I caught this one this week at 4 in the morning. You have to go early if you want one. It would be nice to see the sun. I'd even settle for the moon. Send it our way if you see it.
The short stories are flowing. I usually write essays. But that's not the vibe right now. I've written maybe five short stories riffing off of "Trout of the Month Club", a story I published in Gray's in April. Writing seems easy right now. I know these kinds of things don't come around all of the time, so I'm hard at it every morning. But, still, in Alaska, you have to get out on the water when you can. This fish went maybe 70 pounds. I caught it with Captain Jeff of Good Time Charters. Jeff grew up in Homer and knows his stuff. He plucks a good fish out of some of his favorite places on nearly every trip he takes. Most are 15-20 pounds, good eaters.