There's little that is more excited than an approaching season. Some wait for ski season, some wait for beach season, and others for fishing season. In places like Colorado, New York, and California the action exists through the winter in a subdued version of its exuberant summertime self.
In Alaska, however, fishing is more volcanic - dormant for the majority of time and then absolutely explosive. Two weeks ago the action was imperceptible, dormant except for a few awakening twitches. Come summer, the Kenai and the rest of the frontier waters will be explosive with bent rods, gip and grins, combat zones, trophies, and fulfilled dreams. There are days when we can't empty the net fast enough, when we can fish any fly in the box and hook up, when I lose count before 8 am. This is the explosion. Its not daily, some days it's just smokey, but sometimes it's just on fire.
At Angle 45 we're getting ready for our season on the Kenai. Rods are coming down, lines, waders, and boots are being washed, reels re-spooled, boxes organized, flies tied, and boats dug out. Dormancy is melting off the shoulders of spring. After more than 11 feet of snow it's taking some work to dig out camp, but warm weather, many hands and a few cold drinks make for quick work.
We're ready to hit the water - excited to see some returning friends again and make some new ones on the river.
In Alaska, however, fishing is more volcanic - dormant for the majority of time and then absolutely explosive. Two weeks ago the action was imperceptible, dormant except for a few awakening twitches. Come summer, the Kenai and the rest of the frontier waters will be explosive with bent rods, gip and grins, combat zones, trophies, and fulfilled dreams. There are days when we can't empty the net fast enough, when we can fish any fly in the box and hook up, when I lose count before 8 am. This is the explosion. Its not daily, some days it's just smokey, but sometimes it's just on fire.
At Angle 45 we're getting ready for our season on the Kenai. Rods are coming down, lines, waders, and boots are being washed, reels re-spooled, boxes organized, flies tied, and boats dug out. Dormancy is melting off the shoulders of spring. After more than 11 feet of snow it's taking some work to dig out camp, but warm weather, many hands and a few cold drinks make for quick work.
We're ready to hit the water - excited to see some returning friends again and make some new ones on the river.
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