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Life is about faith, family, and friends. What more do we need?,,,,Ahh, yes, fishing!
Our Final Quest
Some stretches of the Salmon River were a challenge to navigate in waders.
Where the river was wide it, virtually, called to those passing by, "Come, enjoy yourself!" And, many did.
In the main river, hooking-up was easy. Hooking-up and landing was a challenge. My nephew, Lamar had determination as he learned the ropes of the river. He is a fine fishing companion.
In the end he was rewarded for his can-do attitude.
The sign says fishing's great, and, they never wet a hook! But, they are soul mates, forever.
We caught BIG Kings in this little turn in the Orwell Brook.
Salmon River Falls, a jewel in the backwoods.
Sunsets were what you might expect in a frontier like Alaska. These two shots were taken about eleven o'clock at night. The sun would rise again about three o'clock. It never got dark enough to need a flashlight.
Down, out of the mountains, we discovered wild brilliant beau ques, arranged by the Master Florist.
James found time to clown around on an old wrecked car that had tumbled down an embankment.
It was off to the Russian River at the first opportunity. Braden got an assist in landing his, first ever, Sockeye.
Jim and Braden, the proud fishermen!
Is it legal to have so much fun?
The view from the dock at sunrise and early morning. Night fishing is especially enjoyable because of the floodlights illuminating the water. Many times the water takes on the appearance of a sea aquarium.
There are plenty of BIG fish and little fish in the river. Sometimes they won't fit in the cooler. Other times, the smaller ones create memories for the kids. Granddaughters, Jenna, Kendra and Carlee enjoy the unusual "Lookdown Fish". It gets its name from the downward slope of its face, eyes to mouth. Many people call them Moonfish because of their round shape, and silver color. 
Father and son, Greg and Greg Ruesch caught "Sailor's Choice" and "Drum". The fish were not big, but the fun and bonding were.
Mike (Jr.) and Mike (III) Cowart have fished the dock many times. On this occasion they took home two coolers full of "maritime bounty". I enjoyed teaching Trey the very important skill of telling fishing lies....err...fishing tales. His Black Rock Fish was a prize. Trey's only question, after fishing all day, was, "When are we coming back?"
Our neighbor. Spencer Sargent, visited the dock for the first time on a cold evening in February. With the patience and persistence he showed, he is welcome to go fishing with me anytime. I'm sure there will be many more posts on my blog about his angling adventures.
Brett Pielstick and his son, Dagan, are family friends who I don't have the opportunity to fish with often. The times we have had, though, have been fun. They're holding a Nurse Shark that Dagan was none too enthusiastic about touching. Nurse Sharks are quite tasty, if prepared properly.