Nearly every time I come out here, I go Salmon fishing with Captain John.
Usually, we don’t go very far out and the weather is beautiful and the seas are calm. This year, though, the seas were rough and we couldn’t even get out into the ocean. The boat got pushed around and I wondered if I was going to keep my breakfast where it belongs in my stomach. It started to rain, and that, coupled with getting my teeth jarred out, was just a little too much. I reluctantly started to pull my line in to go home, when I got a hit! After about 10 minutes of arguing with the salmon about whether he belonged in the ocean or in my freezer, I got him in the boat and we headed back to port….
So, Captain John cleaned him for me, and made arrangements to have him packed and frozen so I can pick him up before I head home.