King Me

I went King salmon fishing today with my buddy, Marc.










Earlier this summer, I pulled my bus over when I noticed some passengers from another bus company strewn along the highway. Maybe "strewn" isn't the right word. It makes the situation sound like they were thrown from a wrecked bus. Their bus had broken down and the driver was looking for a way to get them down the mountain. They were all still very much alive, so I picked them up and took them back down to Skagway.

On top of the tips I received from the once stranded passengers, the owner of the company, Larry, told me that any time I want to go out on his boat, to let him know and he'd see if there was room for me. The time came and here are the results.

Reeling one in.








Captain Garry says, "Throw it back!"








Marc and his new Chum.











Another little King. I think we'll call him Prince.











Finally, a keeper. Frank (right) and Jim (left) are jealous.








Legal size this year for a King is 28 inches. Mine was close enough. He only weighed 10 pounds, but he's going to taste like a dream. We didn't see much action after that, so we headed home.

Take us home, Captain Garry.








Here's a nice video of the prize catch: