Amy was somehow the master of big fat silvers. She probably caught three of the five biggest silvers we boated.
The guy who saved the day. We got the Ekwok and they were not selling gas. We were hosed, but he came through and gave (yes gave) us 15 gallons of fuel to use to get to Koligenek. All we had to do was return with a full 15 gallons and his tank. What a great guy.
Great camps were the norm.
Enjoying our nightly, post-fishing cocktail in the sun. Not a bad way to end the day.
Doubles were certainly very common. Tag team smack-down.
Indeed, that is a moo-moo. A long story.... The toughest guy in Alaska did not bring a pair of shorts up river (as it never gets hot in Alaska) so after spending a night in the teacher housing in the little village of Koliganek he located an "large" woman's skirt in the apartment and decided it would work. Apparently Jeff is comfortable with his feminine side.
I like to refer to this as the "greasy mitts" photo pose. I am guessing this is the proper way to hold a fish just prior to release.
Yet another Nush Rainbow.
Don't mess with the master of the silvers.
The mayham continued:
Scouting the Kulutuspak River. After 15 years I managed to locate the microscopic river off one of the Nush braids. Hard to believe I was still possessed the "force" of the Nush.
Clearly it has been at least 3 - 4 minutes since the last fish was landed.
The unbelievable sight of crossing the bay with nary a wave. Typically a risky run across tide flats and shifting sands, it was easy with the glassy surface.
Should have brought the waterskis.
Last day from atop the mountain behind Jeff's house with Tikchik State Park behind us.
