June, 1981. Southcentral Alaska’s round-the-clock summer rays nurture life beyond: 1000 pound pumpkins, 100 pound cabbage, perpetually pants-less three-year olds. That afternoon was no exception. Clad in a T-shirt, underpants, and socks, I squatted amongst the...
Friday, September 7th, is a bad day on the ocean. With the forecast calling for Southeast winds of 35 knots and 11-foot seas, the Nerka spends the morning trolling in the mouth of Gilmer Bay. We hadn’t expected to be fishing at all today. If we catch anything,...
