Jerry Nancy Adventures travel blog

Eagles & antennaes

Breakfast with the Walters

Moose mount inside restaurant

Where are my handcuffs? Dope in this truck for sure.

Another warning sign

Fly fishing the Russian River. NO BUGS

Bite little fishy

Someone hollered "BEAR"

Combat fishing hole

Nancy coming out to check her grilling salmon

View from campsite in Seward

View from other side of camp in Seward

Camp in Seward

Combat fishing in Seward

Coming home with fish for Nancy

Black bear on the beach

Grilled salmon

About 50# of salmon

Nice Sockeye salmon

Moose with calfs at Chad & Vanessa's home in Healy

I think it has been four or five days since my last post. Even though it stays daylight up here for 20 hours, there still is not enough time to do everything fun to do. I need to come home to get some rest. Well, maybe in four or five years.....Ha ha.

Good news, my brother is home from the hospital and friend Marjorie is doing well after having open heart surgery. Thanks for the prayers, folks. It certainly helps.

We have been off the grid for a few days while we were at the Russian river Federal Forest service campground. I viewed about 3000 fish in a holding pattern (resting) at the confluence of the Russian and Kenai rivers. No fishing allowed in this 1.2 mile stretch of water, but viewing is allowed.

News was that eight grizzly bears were feeding at the Russian Falls, but Nancy would not hike the two miles with me to see them. I think she thinks that I am getting too old and feeble to protect her. Too bad, I would have liked to see all those bears fishing. I might have picked up a few pointers.

There were very few fish in the Russian river on the portion that was open to fishing. I was able to get Nancy a real nice Sockeye for her birthday dinner. I think that meal was about as fresh as they come. No freezing of that beauty. Nancy said it was yummy. I don't eat salmon. I just catch them.

An interesting thing happened to us while at the Russian area. The first day, there were no camp sites available for us so we had to stay in the overflow parking low, which is about two miles from the river's edge. I wanted to fish, of course, so Nancy and I started walking. A few FEET into our walk, an old beat up rumbling Ford drives up to us and stops. The Jamaican boys with dreadlocks in the cab asked, "You want a ride?" Sure, why not.

Nancy and I mounted our old bodies onto the beat up old tailgate and road the two miles to the river. A few hours later the 'boys' appeared, as promised, to take us back to our camper. On the way back I smelled the pungent odor of a familiar substance that my working K-9, Dorsta, used to get all excited about. The boys even asked if we wanted to share their smoke, but I graciously declined. If the boys only knew I used to seize dope and vehicles for having wacky tobacco in possession they might not have offered us a ride. The things one can experience in Alaska.

The next day I was in the middle of combat fishing (elbow to elbow) with several hundred other fisherman. A short ways upwind from me I saw a grope of young Natives all huddled together. It wasn't long before the smell hit me. I knew what they were doing, I did not need to look at them. The pungent odor of marijuana smoke was over whelming. I ended my day of fishing and headed back to the truck. Boys will be boys in Alaska, I guess.

We moved on to Seward and over the last two days I have caught enough Sockeye salmon to make my arms ache. Who would have thought that reeling in fish was so much effort. I have included a few pictures. These fish are in the 25" size and weigh from 8 to 12 pounds. I kept a few smaller ones so Nancy could have as a whole fish on the grill. I gave away more fish than I kept. I did filet out the fish we wanted to keep and have had them vacuum sealed and flash frozen by a processor here in Seward.

I will fish a couple more days for Sockeye and then on Saturday I go out on my last halibut charter. Lets hope this charter is more successful than the last. I am hoping for an old smoke stained bearded Captain to be my skipper. I think when it comes to finding fish, the old "salts' of the sea are better apt to being successful.

Missing all our friends and having the adventure of a lifetime. As long as my arms and back can hold out, I have more fishing to do.


Jerry & Nancy

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