We settled into a comfortable routine after Davin arrived. He is an enthusiastic and energetic person who loves to laugh a lot. Thus, he makes those around him laugh as well. We wanted to see more of Alaska now that Aron was out of school and travel was easier. We did some research and decided to go fishing up by Talkeetna.
We went first to one of seven lakes. We were suppose to be able to rent some canoes and fish out on the lake. As soon as we got to the dock to check out the canoes, the boys started kidding about dumping us in the water. Uh oh!!! With two teenage boys comes a lot of pranks. This was one prank I didn’t think was going to be too funny!! I was determined to skip this one. We abandoned the idea of renting the canoes and lake fishing. We went on to the river where we fished for Red Salmon.
Once we got down to the river and parked we saw a beautiful, clear and cold river that seemed to be running a little bit low. The banks were fairly empty. There were two families camping out on the banks. We walked down to the river and you could immediately see the Red Salmon. They were swimming up stream. To my Southern trained eyes these fish looked huge. We all felt a surge of good luck coursing through our veins. I could almost taste the fresh fish for dinner.
We got our gear out and got set up. We were told that lure fishing was the best for the Salmon. Since they are swimming up stream they are not eating. We started casting and before long Aron hooked the first fish of the day. The water made the fish look smaller than they were. During the struggle, when the Salmon jumped into the air, you saw how big they were. In my sight, they were HUGE!!!! And what a fight!! Aron struggled and struggled and at the last minute, when Davin was about to pick it up with the net, the Salmon broke the line. Oh my…there went a good dinner! No matter though, there were still plenty of fish in the river.
It was a beautiful day with the temperature in the mid seventies. A perfect day for fishing. We had our chairs out and a cooler full of sodas and snacks and sandwiches for lunch. Everyone was hopeful for positive results anticipated for the day.
After several Salmon got away, broke the line, or otherwise escaped our best efforts, we decided to try spear fishing. So into the river we plunged. The current was deceptively strong. There was no white water or the like to let us know just how strong the current was. I had trouble staying on my feet. We laughed and cut up, all the while, trying to catch at least one Salmon for dinner. It was not to be. Finally, we gave up, and retreated to the car to get our packed lunch. We sat on the river in the shade of a tree and ate our sandwiches. While we were eating, one of the nearby campers came over. He informed us that trying to spear the fish was considered by the fish and game officials to be “harassing” the fish. It was illegal!! Whew!! Glad someone told us!! Our fishing was over. Though we didn’t catch any, they provided a day of diversion and laughter for us. We packed into the car and started the beautiful drive home. We arrived tired, sunned, fishless but content!!