“Fisherman” Report
While traveling north in my pickup camper for an extended trip of sightseeing and fishing, the first roadside fisherman I encountered was a young man with his van parked beside a river in the Yukon. He had two small sons asleep in their car seats and he was flycasting for grayling. I asked him about grayling since I had never even seen one and he took time to explain fishing techniques to me and gave me several flies. Since then I have encountered several other fishermen and all have been friendly and passed on tips and local favorite lures to me. Night before last I met a man and his son and grandsons in a primative roadside camp on the Denali Highway. They had a nice string of grayling and without hesitation pointed me to the trail to their fishing hole and handed me a couple of favorite spinners. I caught two nice ones, big enough to provide my wife and I a delicious meal. The next morning while they were breaking down their tent in a driving rainstorm there was a knock on my camper door. The older gentleman asked if I had a pen and paper. I got them and he gave me his name and phone number and said, when you get just north of Anchorage, give me a call and I will take you and your wife salmon fishing in my jet boat.
I live in the south (Virginia) where we pride ourselves on our hospitality, but let me tell you,
hospitality is alive, well, and kicking among the fishermen of the far north! By the way, thanks again,for the flies, Dennis.
Tight lines,
Jim Clark
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