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Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Mrs. Phred's Fish

Homer, Alaska

Mrs. Phred stands by the rail with a three pound weight in one hand and a fishing pole in the other. We're waiting for the captain to find bottom in the ripping current.


 We wake at 4 AM to make the 6 AM departure. The sunrise over the Homer harbor and the mirrored water makes good reflections.


 After a two hour run out into Cook's Inlet we stand by  the rail waiting for the Captain to set the anchor so we can start fishing. The tidal current is ripping though at about eight knots.

 Mrs. Phred starts to shiver in the cold wind so I try to get in front of her and act as a windbreak....


Fishing is slow at first so Mrs. Phred looks at me curiously....I've told her that usually the halibut hit the bait as soon as you get it down 200 or 300 feet....


 She hooks a 20 pound fish and struggles with it, her bad foot and the three pound weight....


 "Please, casn I have another cracker?"


The deckhand asks her if she wants a hand...she says yes and he begins applauding  and whistling madly....sadism....



What a woman....


After a week of halibut fishing we're ready to ship a 100 pounds or so to our grandchildren....maybe I should send their mother a recipe book....


Up to Soldotna, Whittier, Seward, Anchorage, Talketna and Denali....that's as far as my plans go at this point in time...


Maybe I'll catch a salmon or at least find another reasonable fish market....


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