Saturday, July 30, 2022

Walleye School and another Alaska list

 Ya know when I was a kid with an old wood boat and more courage than brains I don't really remember learning a new fishery as a difficult thing to do....you just went out and did it. Well this Wally deal, learning the fine arts of catching the best consumables in the state is kinda humbling me. But I've learned a lot, I got me the harnesses you need and all the right electronics and bait. We spent a couple days camping at the Lake with our friends Bob and Dana and I had a few breakthroughs, and yup, I finally caught a couple that were a bit bigger . I caught two like this.

Keith being about as fish goofy as anybody I've ever met has walked me through a lot of the basics and introduced me to the Worm Blower. Never in my life would I imagine that someday I'd be stabbing a night crawler with a hypadermic  needle and giving him .75 pounds of air pressure to help him float., ya gotta have a nice floaty wiggler for the Lindy  Rig.....and then I met this guy.
I was lucky enough to camp right next to Glenn from " over the hump, in Pahrump "  Nevada, one hell of a guy....another great fisherman who had everybody awestruck with his killing power. After the warm up he dialed me in on the Night Crawler needling when you need just the right presentation. He says ya just can't have an old in active balled up do nothing worm.  Ya gotta thread him onto the line which does two thing's, it makes for a life like look and it hurts so bad the worm really squirms for a while.  So you know me, it was off to the worm threader store and bought one for me and  all my close friends, didn't have to spend much money.  Here's a pic to prove it really exists as I kinda doubted it myself for a while..
So if you acquaint this learning Wally's with any school I'd guess I'm in about 6th grade right now....just starting to grow hair ya know.  It's a weird problem to have but one of our biggest problems is the darn trout, they are everywhere. I'm here to tell ya these lakes are chuck full of them and we kinda wade through them to get at Wally. Yikes.....this one that Bob has is real typical.
The first night we slept in the camper our camping future was in doubt. That damn bed is so hard I couldn't stand up straight for three days . But we found a couple of comfort mats at Walmart in the pool floaty dept for 5 bucks a piece and walla another layer did the trick.....the problem though was that with the stock hard  cushion with an added inch of temperpedic topper along with the comfort mats that every time I sat up in bed to go in the middle of the night I knocked my melon pretty good into the ceiling......Here's our camp and MP and Broda Bob cooking breakfast....which just had to come during the best time to Wally fish.....mmmmmmm.

So I put a Kenai River Guides Association sticker on the ol Minnow 6 , I think I've got the liberty to advertise for my buddies as well as promote the overall sport. I got this outfitted for sure. Garmin plotter / finder and GPS. Cannon downriggers...man, that's a beautiful thing . Here she is at rest in front of our camp where we had to pay 5 bucks to use the dock. That Lady that ran a place called Stewart's Landing in Alaska would hit me for twenty bucks and bottle of chardonnay.
It's hot here. I've always thought there had to be a way to beat the heat and my plan worked.  Yesterday morning we spent a few hours watching MP's nieces and nephews display their  4-H projects, steers and pigs....the pigs are more fun, I liked the way they kinda cane em to get them to walk in front of the judges.....but I digress....By the time we were out of there it was 96 degrees. We love to picnic so we picked up Chinese from Panda Express then bought some Coors and headed up to the Continental Divide, 15 miles away. We went to the top of the top and as we climbed the temp fell and fell until we were lunching in 84 degree weather with this view.... I was kinda proud of myself .
And the Bass....well I'm a little ahead of 6th grade with them. I go to the pond most mornings. I get there right at sun up and though this is a busy Park I'm alone for the first two hours and usually catch 5 to 15 fish. I love it. It's quiet. I'm alone . I'm tricking new fish. It's good. Here's a sun up and of course ol slimey so ya know I ain't B.S.ing. 

Being the original ' what's worth doing is worth over doing ' guy you won't believe the garden we have. We've been picking these guys for two weeks now and can't keep up. We've had Zucchini fried, fritters , bread , salad.....I know we shouldn't let them get so big but at a certain stage they grow and amazing half a foot a day. So, any of you Helena peeps that read Mile 14 that might want squash just give a holler and I'll deliver, no kidding.
And in my rare but inciteful political action section of Mile 14 I  gotta post two pics with two statement's , you decide which goes with which...I don't know but I just read that Exxon reported a 17 Billion, yes billion in profits in the last quarter which amounts to $ 2,800.00 a second...and I don't think they're Democrats. And, I'm with them. 

AND NOW...last Mile 14 I did ' Things I miss about Alaska. This edition...

Things I don't miss about Alaska

1. Living in Rain gear...

2. Fish politics....

3. Deet. ..we were in the Big Hole country last week and the locals thought the bugs were bad....na, nodda

4. those @#%& eagles screeching outside my bedroom window in the morning.

5. Humpies

6. October

7. ' free postage does not include Alaska and Hawaii '

8. Red eye flights

9. King Salmon shortages on going

10. Howard Woodford

 





Monday, July 11, 2022

On this Quest

 that was a pretty quick two years...You see, on this day two years ago me and MP off loaded from the Alaska Ferry Kennicott and next thing you know we were in an old white truck driving through Saturday morning traffic on the interstate being passed by Subaru after Subaru. I was a little freaked out. Then we hit Moootana and stopped for a selfie at a rest stop and it was 100 degrees. I was really freaked out. Then we got to Missoula and my truck made a huge puddle in the street....I was Ultra freaked out....it turned out to be the air conditioner's normal ice build up melting, mmmm...man did I have a lot to learn. I traded this view

For this view, sunrise from our house
I'm going to do one of my lists in a bit but first I want to tour the state. We've been everywhere and around here there's a lot of 'everywhere'....these were just the last few weeks when we ventured to central Montana to see Ackley Lake where they put Tiger Muskie in to eat all the suckers and now it's a Montana big fish secret place. 45 incher caught the week we were there. Here's our set up, pretty sweet eh ?  We're still working on the bed situation, although it makes a huge bed it's harder than a Mike Tyson left hook. 
Ackley Lake...to semi-quote Chick Kishbaugh " I fished for Muskies and they were unaware of it. But a gorgeous 3000 acre lake in the middle of....no where.
The closest town is Hobson which for a small one is really nice. I gotta buy mooo juice for my Danish in the morning and the it's just killing the lady at the little store....she's just got to finally ask where we're from. The right answer is anywhere besides California and we have a good laugh with her. I ask if typically a person can get one of the 17 camp sites on a week day and she tells me there is nothing ' typical ' about  Ackley Lake, or Hopson for that matter.  Even the Elevator is nice in Hobson
Then ya got Geraldine on the way north to the Big Mo. The vista's are incredible and when they built the mountains they decided to just stop half way up. Weird.
Here's pic of me and MPeasy in Fort Benton where they say Montana started...I don't know about that but the story they tell of ' Ol Shep ' who waited his whole life along the railroad tracks for his owner who had died to come back will bring a tear to your eye. Every town's got a claim to fame, I traded the World record King Salmon for Ol Shep......jeeez  Louise. That would be Ol Shep in the background.
You tell me....what does the Hotel at Boulder Hot Springs remind you of ?  I'll give you a hint. Red Rum , Red Rum , Red Rum, Red Rum....Still ain't got it ?  OK, another hint " here's Johnny".
ahhh, the OverLook....Don't quit reading I'm doing a list and then I'll finsih off another exciting chapter of Mile 14 with a song.
Things I miss about Alaska.
1. Sound Off :  KSRM's daily call in radio program.  The content is really drivel and of course the same people call in all the time, BUT, it can be entertaining and sometimes semi educational. AND when Bob Bird and Jesse  Borkman go to moralizing the world there's something strangely rewarding in saying " I can't listen to that #%&*! anymore " and then turning it off..

2. Salmon :  I know, I caught enough of them for a lifetime so it's not that part...I guess it's just the value of it, the culture of it....it was my whole life. I miss handling it, eating it, talking about it....all of it. Sure could use a fillet or two if anyone can help.

3. Trusty Hardware : The worlds largest selection of Qwikfish Lures is a beautiful thing... And man oh man I could use me some large spools of line and a couple 3 dollar head lamps...Oh, and some discounted P-Line Lazer Minnows....

4 : Hobo Jim.....Damn that broke all of our hearts.

5 : Watching MP flit around in her greenhouses in the morning with her robe on.

6 : The Arthur clan and all our  friends .

7 : Being Alaskan....I'll stop with that one but you know being an Alaskan ( and I guess I always will be ) has a certain shtick to it. It's being a bit different, a bit independent, a wanderer , a risk taker...an Alaskan.

Lately I've learned a lot about ageing, looked it right in the eye. I have new hearing aids, gonna be 69 years old in a few days. My friends are dying. But this song that Toby wrote for Clint is my mantra. Ken Smith told me he's felt that way for years, it's the only way...there's only one direction and that's forward . That's why I'm here typing as I gaze out at the Little Belt mountains on the two year anniversary of our exit and then entrance from one life to another. Just another refuge searching.