I wasn't too disappointed though, one of the nicest Junes and Julys made for excellent riding, and August had hardly arrived before it began to rain and dampen the trails. Time to fish.
Just in time, my dad and my sister came up to visit the first week of the month.
|Sabrina hooks into an out-of-season king while fishing for silvers near camp.|
|Go make babies. We miss you guys.|
We did OK.
|Sunrise on the river.|
|A day's catch.|
|Headed back to Anchorage we made a detour through Girdwood.|
|A sight I like to see.|
The day just got better.
A perfect storm erupted, where we had an awesome group of folks in camp, and bad weather out on the salt that blew off two groups that were planning to go halibut. We fished just about everyone in camp, limiting everyone. Ryan ran the boat, put us on the fish, and kept the bait fresh, while I tended net, managed tangles, and brained and slit gills. By the end of the day we killed 40 silvers, my hands were sliced to shreds, and I could barely stand. Pure awesome.
|During the day this massive 33" rainbow hit. It just dove, and refused to surface, making us very sure we'd hooked a mid-sized king until we finally coaxed it to the net. This is easily the biggest 'bow I've ever seen in person.|
|A break in the weather and the action on Skilak.|
I was back down at camp yet again the following weekend to help out with the United Rental event. While this is always a lot of work, the United guys are a fun group, and I look forward to seeing them and helping out every year.
|First light at the Pillars.|
|More or less, this is what the whole day looked like. I think there were around 130 participants this year.|
|Bailey, a fixture around camp on the weekends.|
EDIT: Lizzy also taught Rondi and I a new way to bonk and bleed a fish in one, though the "Tarantino Style" is probably not approved by PETA or animal rights groups.
|Lizzy caught all the big ones...|