I find this woman’s response to be ridiculous enough to dismiss but interesting enough to discuss
“Salmon Fishing”
On ‘The Russian River’.
It was hot for a late June Alaska morning on the Russian river.
The mosquitos were out, and his cigar stump went out…
The smoke was effective in keeping the bugs away…
So he told himself.
His four year old son was playing on the bank behind him.
He was standing on a ‘spit’ of mud, and the king salmon were thick.
The ‘rule’ was, you couldn’t just snag the fish, you had to ‘hook’ them in the mouth, or in front of the gills.
Just then he felt a ‘nibble’ on his fly, so he gave his rod a little flick with his wrist to set the hook..
Damn it!!
The hook set too far back…
“James Michael!!” He called to his little boy.
“Yes Daddy?”
“Get over here and land this fish…”
Another ‘rule’ was there was a limit of three salmon a day per person, based on who ‘landed’ the fish.
So, he brought all four of his kids.
His oldest son fished for himself now that he was 13. His two daughters would land theirs early and would walk the banks of the Russian, selling his hand tied...