With all of the traveling, I haven't had the chance
to blog... expect to be caught up soon.
When in Alaska, one must do as the natives do... and that means fish. It's a past time up there, and there are plenty of gorgeous places to do it. Luke, Dave, and I spent one day on a picturesque lake fishing for Arctic Char.The lakes are clear and cold, and the banks are free of snakes. Lake houses dot the shoreline, and one man was even building his own golf course on the shore of the lake. So far, he was up to 5-holes. ((I'd be curious to see if he putts any on the frozen lake in the winter)) Apparently, if you have your own lake mansion, it is imperative to have a small plane to go with it. They are parked around the lake, and it's a pretty common occurrence to see them in the sky.
A few days later in Arkansas, my cousin Casey caught a nice bass in my grandfather's pond. She say's she's putting it on the wall, but right now I think it's in her freezer. She was pretty excited.... since this story is about fish, I thought I'd include that, but now back to Alaska...
Dave also had good luck with the rod and reel. I blurred the picture to protect the innocent... so this fish is now swimming undetected in the same lake, and unfortunately, Dave doesn't have any proof he caught a fish on vacation.... after all, does this look like a fish or a 40-ounce? ... ..