When I left off, I believe that we were going to go fishing out of Homer on the Artemis again.
On Day two of our campaign in Homer, I joined Nike, Demeter, Dionysus, Diomedes and Sophacles on the Artemis, while Ajax and Hermes went on another boat (we had to split up our group each day because of Covid distancing, which most Alaskans seemed to take seriously).
Our destination was the Barren Islands, which consitute the northernmost chain of the Kodiak Archipelago. It was close to a 70 mile run in seas that were alternately calm and then roiled into a froth at specific locations where currents rubbed each other the wrong way. These more remote islands feature a shot at big ling cod, which is the fish I primarily came to Alaska to kill. They are not cod at all, but rather are the biggest and nastiest of the Greenlings. They will eat anything they can bite.
Diomedes cranked up a pretty yelloweye, which gave others hope. As it turned out, the only other yelloweye anyone would catch was his second one. It was twice as big and had to be released because he kept the one in the photo. Fish are counted individually, so there is no sharing or trading for purposes of managing limits to maximize take.
Nike, who was really rooting for me to fulfill this obsession, was nearly as happy as I was overtaxed to hoist this gator up without popping a hernia.Once again, our crew lined up the catch for us as this day was even better than the day before.
On Sunday, the others went on a fly-in trip to get close to grizzly bears while I opted to fish the Kasilof River with guide named Grant, who owns the Fly Box in Anchor Point. I was targeting trout and Dolly Varden for catch and release fishing.
We had the river virtually to ourselves. We started off flossing for sockeye. Naturally, since that was not the focus of my trip, I had no trouble catching a limit, which Grant immmediately cleaned in accordance with the rules of the river.
I caught and released numerous trout and was able to cross Dolly Varden off my list of fish to catch. We stayed on the river until 8 pm.
On Monday, we were set to go out with O'Fishial charters out of Homer one more time. On this occasion, the weather which had been so kind to us reared up and blew a gale outside, causing all of the boats to cancel. We had plenty of fish already, so we spent the day blasting around the Spit, shopping for souvenirs and grabbing cocktails at the famous Salty Dawg Saloon, which is a must for kooks like us. Below, Dionysus and Diomedes prepare to pick a fight with strangers.
We spent the last day picking and packing up our fish to head out. That was harder work than it sounds. Nike and Demeter struck a pose with our haul before the trek back to Anchorage.If I make the chance, I am coming back here, because it is big country, with big fish, cool people, and...These are the Days
Wow!!!!! Wow, wow, wow! This entire vacation and your writing !!!! A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!! 2022 Bud! Woo hoo!! Way to catch all of your fish but man oh man! That lingcod!!!! You were as happy as little a little kid with the ice cream truck showing up and he gave you a bag of chips to boot! That's why I only vacation in Alaska! Loved that you were able to make it along with the rest of the crew! Planning is on again! ❤️ Thank you SO MUCH! I need to write about the quarter.......:)ReplyDelete
That last picture, I think I've met that judge before.ReplyDelete