Many years ago when my dad was still active military he was stationed at Ft. Richardson, Alaska which is about 10 miles north of Anchorage. He and my mom bought their first camping trailer there and our first camping experience was memorial day weekend. We were at Anchor River (north of Homer) parked in a snow bank, hip waders on standing in crystal clear river water. My dad was across the river (it was only about 20 feet wide) and hooked a king salmon on a fly rod. Of course you never used a net because changes were you would hit the line and break it. For one hour he fought that fish and finally tired it out. By then I had waded across the river to a shallow place...he worked the fish down that way and when it got to the shallow part I had to kick it up on the bank. The king salmon weighed in at 55lbs and was bigger than my youngest brother who was 7.
During the summer, late June-August, our days were spent at the Russian/Kenai River fishing for Red Salmon and then late August and early September it was back to Anchor River for Silvers and Steelhead. Before we came back to the lower 48 when my dad retired we went to the Army recreation area at Homer. We rented one of their boats with captain and went out into the ocean to fish. We were fishing with cod and my mom had something on her line. She was reeling it in and we could see it was a rock bass. About 5 feet from the top of the water all she saw was a huge mouth that preceeded to swallow her bass. She screamed and threw her pole down in the boat and ran inside. Turns out a 4ft English Cod(which is the ugliest fish I've ever seen) decided he needed her bass more than she did.
I've never experienced fishing anywhere like that of Alaska.



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