Bill and I finished the Alaskan fishing season in a maelstrom of dashed hopes and lost tackle. It looked promising at first--clear skies, easy seas. But our boatmates tangled lines, broke rods, scorched reels and generally threw the whole day under the bus. We managed a few "chickens" but were otherwise rejected from Cook Inlet and other locales. The worst part of it was that it wasn't the guide's fault. Sometimes you get stuck with folks who think they can cast a 16 ounce jig without their thumb on the reels. There's a splash and then the sound of expensive monofilament spinning out of control. They (the other clients) didn't know a salmon from a rock fish, and yet the wanted them all for themselves. Leaving here, I have a new understanding about charter fishing. I'll try to keep most of it to myself. I don't think we will see Mr. Mixer on a halibut boat in the near future.