Showing posts with label Fishing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fishing. Show all posts

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Fishin'


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Fred McKellar and the one that didn't get away














Fred puts his prize catch on ice














My mother and kid sister. (Photo sponsored by Coors)

- That's the McKellar's camper and station wagon in the background, and I also remember that Grumman aluminium canoe! Look closely and you can also see the McKellar's cat, Cocoa. (Koko?)














John Noble's catch of the day

- John Noble loved to camp and fish in Alaska and he would often bring his sons Darren and Christopher along. If John showed up for a weekend trip without those two, I'd be bummed out!















Alaskan street gang

- Left to right: Unknown Kid (anyone know?), my sister Aimee, me (with the fish), Darren Noble, Christopher Noble. Seems like our favorite camping and fishing spots were Chatanika River, Salcha River and the Gulkana River. I'm not sure where this was taken.














I think Lee Payne is in this photo, in the striped shirt? Not sure who the other fellows are.















Salcha River - about 50 miles from Fairbanks















"Breakup" season on the Salcha River
















Not sure if this is the Salcha, Chatanika or Gulkana.

Fishin' II: Homer, AK


NOTE: Unfortunately, this fishing trip didn't involve either the McKellars or the Nobles. Still a good time, though. It was a charter fishing trip to Homer, Alaska in 1977 with my dad, myself, and a couple of doctor friends, also from Bassett Army Hospital (Ft. Wainwright). We fished rivers and lakes (summer and winter) and now it was time to try out the open ocean!

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Homer harbor














The docs are demonstrating the medicinal benefits of Olympia Beer. It's the water, boys. And a lot more!














We're ready to give them fishies hell! But first, hot dogs.














Our backup plan in case we didn't catch any fish? Or a reflection of my mood at the time because I had to wear those pants?













Homer Spit. Yep, that's what the area is called.














Searching for messages in bottles and Skull Mountain. Turns out the docs played a little prank on me...there is no Skull Mountain.
Dammit.