Archive for May 7th, 2010

The thing I was not expecting was the pressure of the water, how it held me, at once kindly like in an embrace and at the same time,

very small cut-throat on the Snoqualmie

threatening to push me over.

I had been fishing a lot as a kid, growing up in the northwest, we had a boat, a decent size cabin cruiser and we went out a lot until my father went though a mid-life crisis and sold it.

Sometimes we’d troll for salmon.  We got these dollar bill sized shiny chrome spoons with wire leaders and li

ttle florescent orange salmon eggs leading to large hooks.  I didn’t think that would ever fool any fish, and indeed, it never did for us.  Still, people at the little stores in the islands, the San Juans, and Canadian Gulf islands, swore they worked.


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