I spent a lot of time this week fishing without a license. Or, at least, spending time with other people who were fishing so I didn’t need a license. I hear fish and wildlife will hunt me down via helicopter if I ever decided to catch any fish without proper license, stamp and tattooed barcode.
I learned a few things I thought I’d let you in on, in case you happen to be one of the few Alaskans who doesn’t participate in this industry.
One recent evening, my roommate came home with a peculiar-sounding slosh in his step.
He'd been out fishing for reds on the Kenai and had managed to fall in. Twice.
I've claimed to be a lot of things, but overly compassionate was never one of them and I’m afraid it showed when, instead of offering a towel or — really — tangible support of any kind, I giggled. More than twice.
Honestly, you try watching someone swim out of their waders without letting out a good guffaw or two.