Once again I made the trek to the "Last Frontier" state, and it never fails to satisfy me. This trip I made with My brother Parke, dad Homer, and two other buddies, Jeff and Bob. We were targeting Sockeye, Trout, and Halibut.
We always take a trip in the salt for Halibut. No its not fly fishing, although catching a 'but on a fly is on my bucket list, we do it simply for the meat. Its not really fun, its more like work, but Halibut is that good. A few years ago we lost our guide. It was like losing a family member. He didn't die or anything so moribund, they sold the business and moved to Wisconsin. We had been fishing with him since he was just a mate with another captain, and then as the captain on his own boat for a total of 12 years. So sad, I get choked up thinking about it. That was in 2008, and the trips since have been ......less than expected. This past August we decided to try a "double limit" over night trip out of Homer. Never again. That's another story.
Our timing was a bit late. The Sockeye were starting to get "tomato-ish": red bodies with green heads. Finding the fresh chromers was definitely difficult. We were primarily fishing the Kenai, Kasilof, and Russian Rivers, with side jaunts to Quartz Creek. We did a day float trip on the Kenai for trout, but the water was very high, and keeping the flies down where the trout were was hard. We did catch a few Rainbows and Dolly's.
This 'bow is about 5 pounds.
Here are two examples of the Sockeyes: a "tomato"
and my brother with a chromer:
Here is my dad, Homer, with a nice Dolly. Notice how far the tail is extending past his hand: