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Alaska’s Travel Diary

Thursday, 23 Aug 2012

Location: USA

MapYesterday I managed to beat the Frenchmen to the hole and have to thank Gene and Alton for being there in the dark from 4 until my arrival at 5:20 a.m. However, it was all for naught....I caught none. Gene ended up with one and Alton zero. The Frenchmen, on the otherhand, outdid us with a couple catching their limit of '2'. The old man Frenchmen came and sat down with me day before yesterday for a lovely long chat. He has been coming for 40 years from France every year. He used to do it all.....Kings in May/June, Sockeye in July, and Silvers in August. Due to his failing health and age, he now only fishes Silvers....pleasant man. Yesterday, he made a point of walking all the way over to me, fishing in my hole.....a long way for him....and patted me on the shoulder to say 'Good Morning'. I was touched! This morning I did not go.
Last night, the signs of Dylan's cold hit ME and I went to bed with the chills. At 3:30 a.m. this morning, after a heavy rain ALL NIGHT, I called Alton and gave him the news that I would not be joining them this morning. I found out later, Gene only caught 1 and the Frenchmen the same....I didn't miss much...that made me feel instantly better.
We are starting to wind down...I'm having to write myself notes so as not to forget things near the end of the trip....pictures developed for Dylan's scrapbook and photo album, paying bills, being sure to make it back to certain places in Kenai, Soldotna, and/or Homer, just to name a few. We are almost down to the 2-week mark. I have been spending a lot of contemplation on when, how, where to ship two boxes of fish....one small and one a bit larger. I think we have it worked out. Then all I have to do is 'worry'.....about whether the fish is going to remain frozen. That's a lot of time and money spent to see it go to waste. Keep your fingers crossed.
I hope to fish up until September 1st when the rules change and you must no longer use bait, but rather a lure. This may change, however, once I'm satisfied with the amount of fish I've shipped home, at which point, I will help Gene (or Alton) meet his (their) quota.
The tourism here has dwindled dramatically. Each time one of us ventures to Soldotna, this is evident in the decrease in lines at the fast food restaurants, Fred Meyers, and gas stations. It makes one wonder how the businesses survive the winter. (Jennifer)