The sockeyes are the only game in town. Just across the Bay, they are schooling at the entrances of streams. Snagging is not for the squeamish. You are basically yanking these fish out of the water and dispatching them. There is no catch-and-release here, an none of that phony ethos. It's legal though and an Alaska tradition. I got my six yesterday and they will be processed and smoked by my friend David. He brines them for two days, then smokes them to perfection. Late in winter, I'll make some salmon dip, or smoked salmon chowder and hardly remember the suffering I had to witness to get these. That squeamishness fades quickly. In fact, I want to go back for more.