It’s come to my attention that all of the posts pertaining to Tales from East Yahtam are untitled and fairly incoherent as far as any narrative or story arch is concerned. In short, I just started telling random stories as a photograph or memory would prompt me to and I understand how any new — […]
We had one native that visited us continually while in East Yahtam. Whenever dad would finish cleaning the fish for the day he would place the remnants on the rocks of the hightide-creek in front of the camp, and during dinner, we would receive a visit from a big male black bear. “We’ve named him […]
During our first trip, we unpacked all of our gear and prepared our rods for the next day. A friend of ours had insisted we bring along two of his top of the line rigs for our fishing trip. These were Orvis outfits that came in “fancy” rod tubes. I wasn’t as savvy back then […]
Coming down the trail down to the water was one of the most surreal fishing experiences I’ve ever been a part of. Once we reached the water Dad and I walked upstream to cross over the pool so that my brother-in-law, Dale, and George could fish the bank we walked in on. As we set […]
George kept several crab traps that we would fill with the leftover salmon heads. A few days later once you’ve had enough smoked salmon salad spaghetti we’d pull the crab pots and eat several hundred dollars worth of Dungeness crab each. The first trip we went on I was so excited to pull the crab […]
I’m not an artist and have no plans of trying to become one. It felt necessary to address the illustrations that have accompanied several posts. I feel like we can have a discussion about them now that I’ve been as honest with you as I can be. I have a handful of photographs and a […]
“This is all you need to catch fish up here,” George said earlier in the day as he handed out egg sucking leech patterns he had tied back home. They were #6 size royal purple leech patterns with bright orange yarn eggs tied near the eye of the hook. We tossed the leech pattern along […]
The second to last day of our first trip Tom asked if I’d like to accompany him in his boat to go into the towns of Point Baker and Port Protection. Being nineteen and not experienced enough to be nervous about getting into boats with strangers, I obliged. He was running in to get fuel […]
I went back and forth on the third rule of camping and fishing in Southeast Alaska, but I decided that it wasn’t nearly a rule as much as a suggestion. It has apparently been a long-running joke in Alaska that the official state bird is the Mosquito. During the day it seems like they’re out […]
“Look! We’ve spotted our first bear!” Dad joked as George greeted us coming off of the float plane. George had a welded metal houseboat docked on the backside of the harbor just out of sight from Tom’s. It was painted in camouflage as well which made it very difficult to spot. An entire story […]
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