I took one of my newly trimmed shirts flyfishing on Alaska's Kenai River.
Cooper Landing, AK
Erik, our ghillie for the trip.
...and in the waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he instructed him...
The shirt's new trim dimensions fit better under the waders. With the water in the high 40's, I needed all the summer warmth I could get. You see? Suspenders should always go under the vest. Is that what you were talking about?
I had never fished with a shoulder-holstered .44 before. I was assured that it was necessary in case the locals (bear) had decided to have a go at us.
My Yankee eyes had never seen a King Salmon before, but when they rolled in front of me, I thought that they were porpoises. There were more sock-eyes that I could count, but like the kings, they had stopped eating before heading up river. Thick Rainbow trout and heavy Dolly Varden were in abundance and ravenous. The fight is monstrous because like all the wildlife in the area at this time of year, they are very well fed. Midnight sunsets, and the only thing I wasn't able to catch was sleep for the week. Back in Boston now, and an evening cigar and iced brandy with mint to celebrate the beautiful new daughter of dear friends.
