Record Breaking Occasion

A Fishing Story Of Two Mediocre Fisherman

 

Okay folks, honestly when it comes to fishing... we can't say we have the best track record. So when a rare occasion arises, we make it a point to have a permanent record of our catch. Here it is, the plain and simple facts:

WE CAUGHT A FISH.

Herring- "It'll get them every time."

 

A long time ago, at the end of the Wrangell Narrows, Annie and John sat in a small skiff hoping to catch a fish.

"Dad, if you were a fish, where would you hang out?" asked Annie.

"Right here." John replied.

Two hours later, John rethought that question.

"Annie, the fish are sure not biting today!"

Then suddenly, Annie spotted something quite peculiar.

"Dad! What's that? Is the pole moving!?! It must be a fish!

OH MY GOSH DAD WE HAVE CAUGHT A FISH!"

Precision, concentration, and the skills of the fisherman are apparent when John meticulously reels in the fish.

 

Note: the position of the fisherman...

legs - shoulder width apart for stability

hands- clasped tightly

eyes - glued to the catch.

 

The proud fisherman! A pink salmon (a.k.a. stinky pinky) which is large and bright enough to cook for dinner. Even though no king salmon was caught this day, we look to the future with high hopes!

THE END

© Annie McCabe, 2000