Breakfast at Trout's Place: The Seasons of an Alaskan by Ken Marsh

By Ken Marsh

Ken Marsh will take you on a flyfishing event as basically a local who has lived and flyfished his whole existence in Alaska can. You won’t discover a catered, comfortable flyfishing camp with protecting, expert publications in those tales. as a substitute, you’ll sign up for Ken and his occasionally loopy, constantly attention-grabbing neighbors as they flyfish via the seasons within the genuine Alaska. via all of it, they’re on a seek for solitude, for the untrammeled, and for a spot the place angler and fish can meet in a single second that can’t be taken again or forgotten. It’s a similar seek all flyfishers are on, however the scale is, just like the country itself, a lot grander than many of the reduce Forty-eight.

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Instead, I've chosen a "Green Screamer," my own name for something new and slightly grotesque: a rabbit-fur strip dyed the color of spring shoots wound over a weighted streamer hook. It is a popular choice for king salmon fresh from the sea, and I figure that the habits of returning sea trout might not be so different from those of salmon. I have, however, downsized the pattern from kingsized #3/0 to #6. Anyway, the whole point of this trip is to crack mysteries and break molds. In a moment, I am casting.

That's what comes to mind when you step off a 727 in Wrangell and realize that this country is different. Red cedar, western hemlock, shore pine, Sitka sprucegreat, towering trees hung with fat moss beards. Each lends its own subtle shade of green, its own scent, all vaguely gin-like, except for the cedar whose fragrance stands apart, tangy in a woody sense, reminiscent of woodshop and handcrafted jewelry boxes. The blend of color and smell is fresh, distinct, wild; it is the essence of this place, the Panhandle, Alaska's own Deep South.

By the middle of April there is no more total darkness. Robert Marshall, Arctic Village Last night I dreamed it was spring and that I was flyfishing for grayling, but when I awoke, the room was black. I reached out and touched the window paneit was cold as ice. Outside, smoky clouds muted a full moon. Old snow clung like Styrofoam to the ground, and I knew that it was still January and that I was still in Alaska. Around this time every year, it's the same: you're ready to fish but winter stands in the way.

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