My Uncle Pete, (yes, the one who was in the paper posing with a potato he grew that was shaped like a moose), sounds the e-mail alarm that it's salmon season on the Kenai Peninsula in Alaska:
Hi there,We worked hard getting these fish. We caught them in the Kenai River. It took us about 3 hours.
That's not much fun, it wears you out hauling them in.
Hope you appreciate my sharing them with you, then I at least will think it was worth all the work.
Boy it's tough!!!!!!!!
Anyway, The Young Lady is Sandy Hecht, and the other Lad is Ben Keenan my FISHIN buddy, and if you count them there are 42 Wild Alaska Sockeye Salmon --(Reds).
My jealous, green-with-fish-envy heart bleeds for you, Uncle Pete. Really, it does.
PREVIOUS LETTERS FROM ALASKA
The Last Fuzzy Slipper Frontier.
There's a bar in them thar country.
Sunsets, salmon and civil ceremonies.
Volcanoes, churches and halibut.
A fantasy RV for The Last Frontier.
Heading north to the homestead.
Publicizing moose-shaped tubers.
Posted by Jeff at July 12, 2005 11:20 PM | TrackBack