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Okay – so I’m all the way up to ten posts with no newbie story and no reprimands to do so…
So here’s my new member story before its too late:
After graduating from college in 1983, I had the opportunity to go to Alaska with two friends that had a line on cannery jobs in Valdez. One of the guys had even lined up a place to stay with a pastor of a (very) small church and his family. They graciously moved their young daughter into their bedroom and gave us a bedroom in their two-bedroom mobile home and a neighbor gave us an old truck to drive around. The neighbor also let us use his canoe whenever we wanted it.
The cannery jobs never panned out, but the pastor’s wife had a connection at the state mental hospital and was able to get all three of us hired on a temporary basis – helping the patients with day-to-day activities (lots of on-the-job stories there, yikes!).
Oh yea… this is a fishing story… One day I and one of the friends took the canoe out into Prince William Sound near the terminus of the Trans-Alaska oil pipeline (across the bay from Valdez). As usual, the mosquitoes were relentless, the rain was a constant drizzle and fishing was fast and furious. We were catching mostly pinks with an occasional chum mixed in. The limit then was six fish per person. A hour or so into the trip we had 11 fish and were more than ready to get the last one and get inside where it was dry and skeeterless. “Just one more and we’ll go” we said…. We fished and fished, moving around the bay following the jumping fish… Have you ever just needed one more – and you just couldn’t get him? So, we were just about to give up when a salmon jumped out of the water – hit me in the leg and landed in the bottom of the canoe- 12 fish!
Okay – maybe now that I am older and wiser and a bit more ‘pure’ in my techniques, I would carefully put the fish back in the water and continue to fish until we hooked one legally (sure…).
RSL
So here’s my new member story before its too late:
After graduating from college in 1983, I had the opportunity to go to Alaska with two friends that had a line on cannery jobs in Valdez. One of the guys had even lined up a place to stay with a pastor of a (very) small church and his family. They graciously moved their young daughter into their bedroom and gave us a bedroom in their two-bedroom mobile home and a neighbor gave us an old truck to drive around. The neighbor also let us use his canoe whenever we wanted it.
The cannery jobs never panned out, but the pastor’s wife had a connection at the state mental hospital and was able to get all three of us hired on a temporary basis – helping the patients with day-to-day activities (lots of on-the-job stories there, yikes!).
Oh yea… this is a fishing story… One day I and one of the friends took the canoe out into Prince William Sound near the terminus of the Trans-Alaska oil pipeline (across the bay from Valdez). As usual, the mosquitoes were relentless, the rain was a constant drizzle and fishing was fast and furious. We were catching mostly pinks with an occasional chum mixed in. The limit then was six fish per person. A hour or so into the trip we had 11 fish and were more than ready to get the last one and get inside where it was dry and skeeterless. “Just one more and we’ll go” we said…. We fished and fished, moving around the bay following the jumping fish… Have you ever just needed one more – and you just couldn’t get him? So, we were just about to give up when a salmon jumped out of the water – hit me in the leg and landed in the bottom of the canoe- 12 fish!
Okay – maybe now that I am older and wiser and a bit more ‘pure’ in my techniques, I would carefully put the fish back in the water and continue to fish until we hooked one legally (sure…).
RSL
