** Gordon and Billie **

Sunday, November 23, 2008

My "Brother" in Alaska

Not only are we friends, we are as close as two brothers could ever be.

The mist from the waterfall makes the picture look out of focus, but this was a memorable sight on the way to Valdez.

Sunset at Ninilchik, Ak. God is an artist without equal.

James is a "Yes, I can!" person and a delight to travel with. We have "white watered" the Colorado River through the Grand Canyon (where we caught monster rainbows), slept under the stars atop the majestic Rocky Mountains, fished much of Alaska, New York, Georgia,Florida, Oklahoma and many other places too numerous to list. James is very generous with earth's bounty. Unconditionally, he gives of what he has and of himself.

Klutina River Sockeye - Copper Center, Alaska. The mighty Klutina River is reported to be the 3rd fastest moving river in the world.

Halibut aboard charter in Homer, Ak. Too heavy to lift for a proper picture.

"Your thoughts are my thoughts." Underway to the fishing grounds.

Our friend, Bob, a walking miracle, given up for dead on more than one occassion. He keeps on keepin' on.

A Ling Cod to be proud of. Teeth, Teeth, Teeth! But, Tasty, Tasty, Tasty! Seward

Thank you, James, for always being there. You are a friend like no other. You are my brother.

Thursday, November 20, 2008


This morning, at the crack of dawn,
Is when I got that big fish on!
I set the hook, then, gave him line,
And, knew that he would soon be mine.
The fury set me on my heels.
He rocked my boat and smoked my reel.
Two hundred yards screamed off the spool.
I'm sure he branded me a fool.
He pulled me left and jerked me right!
I fought that fish with all my might!
Don't say this is a fantasy.
He towed the boat far out to sea!
My situation soon grew tough.
The wind blew hard. The sea turned rough.
My boat was swamped, and, then went down.
I guess that's when I must have drowned!
But, look Saint Pete! Oh, bless my soul!
I didn't drop my fishing pole!
As you can see, my line's still tight,
And, I'm about to win this fight.
That fish will, surely, meet his fate.
I'll drag him through your Pearly Gate!

My reckless, foolish, redneck son,
I hate to ruin your fishing fun.
The time has come. This, too, must pass.
Your foe is neither shark nor bass,
Nor, other species inbetween.
My son, you've hooked a submarine!

Copyright, Gordon Hand 2004