King Salmon Airport (under construction)
The no host free bar
Plenty of gear
Three newly rebuilt DeHavillands
Big Jeff, our guide
Nine cylinder radial engines
Water water everywhere. Most were to small for fish
I believe I once read that more water drains into Bristol Bay, than all the rivers in the lower 48.
Mike, fellow guest and guide
Silvers at the narrows in the river
Hooked up with a Silver
Jeff, our guide with my first Silver
A nice one
I have more work to do on the Mickey pose
My sister Patti's first Silver
Jeff giving my sister guidance. I told him to watch over her, and wow did he ever. Thanks Jeff.
Sick em Jeff
That needs no caption
This German dude lives in a shack near the narrows for three months each year, without power.
Another shot than needs no caption
Nice ride everyday.
Bagging the catch
Bear track, large
Jeff with the knife
Gary, our pilot, and Viet Nam plane and helo Veteran. I felt more confident with him, than I did in the commercial jets we flew in. Top notch in every way. Thanks Gary.
I think I like the hors d'oeuvres during happy hour, as much as I liked dinner
Ken, the manager, and the french trained chief Jeff. Btw, I'm usually not fond of french cooking. Jeff did real well.
I hope that's not a girl Carlo is describing.
I could do major damage in there
Neknak River and boat/plane dock
Bring on the food
Sunrise on the Neknak
This was a small bear print
this is actually a wide part of a river, the Egegik.
My sister thought this was a tough walk from the plane. Sis, you need to turn the tv off at home, and get some exercise.
Rigging for the kill
Oops, thanks sis
My sis was at least trainable with Jeff. I just couldn't set the hook after so many years of King fishing. Setting the hook on an ocean King means bye bye fish. Sorry Jeff, you tried.
The water was always cold to wade in.
Jeff wonders if he can help???
future fillet on the shore
Gin clear water
We fished the Egegik two days. On the second day we had to resort to roe. The Silvers would literally climb the rod to pick it up.
Beaching a Silver
Carlo's camera with my sister at the shutter
Me, hooked up
Looking for my Leatherman
Lunch of Silvers, just out of the water. One of our best meals
Volcano in the background
You wouldn't guess it, but it was very warm out.
Carlo, the ham....
Draggin the line
Packing the gear and fish up.
Nope, not that big
We lost a few of the bigger ones, like on the right.
Mike and Patti
Gary, our pilot loved the old school DeHavillands. 1958 model
Small village and cannery
I believe that's Kodiak Island way out there.
I think there 47 volcano's on the Aleutian chain
This may be Lake Iliamna
Another smooth landing
Smooth enough to land a Super Cub with wheels.
Wild flower at Featherly
Sockeye, wish I had a polarized lens
It was hard to put your foot down and not step on a bear track
Sockeye, by mistake
Dolly Varden Trout, actually part of the Char Family
This was an average Dolly
slippery when wet
sis with her first Dolly
First bear encounter
My first Grayling
This is a big Grayling
Show than cool dorsal fin
typical run on the Featherly
The bears have plenty of brush to hide in.
Hooked up again, thanks to Jeff
Close bear encounter
This one scooped up a Sockeye and ate the skin in about 15 seconds.
Another Grayling. They were hard to catch around the agressive Dolly's
Lots of Sockeye
Good sized Dolly
Impressive volcano view
I thought this shot was appropriate for the Featherly Creek day
Loading up for the ride back to the lodge
I believe this is the narrows where we fished for Silvers
Falls on the Brooks. You see the deck, and all the bears catching salmon here on all the wildlife shows
Rainbow from Grovener Creek
I told everyone I duct taped this bear, so I wouldn't have duplicate bear shots. That's actually a scar.
It's just a guess, but this was the biggest bear of the trip. Maybe a full 6 feet tall at the shoulders when on all fours.
My best Rainbow of the trip
A little smaller
Lunch at Brooks
These Sockeye made it past the bears to Brooks Lake. They spawn and die in the tributaries here.
My camera doesn't do this shot justice. This was a kiss from God.
It's easy after a few days to get jaded to the views. This part of Alaska defies description, or attempts to explain it's beauty.
Weather kept us from catching that 30" Rainbow on this trip. Oh well, an excuse to return again.
A Grovener Rainbow
The no seeums were the worse of the trip here. Bug juice didn't even slow them down any.
Hooked up with a Rainbow
The dead meeting the living to fight again.
A 24" Bow
There was a bear feeding on Salmon at the mouth of the river, when we flew in.
Hooked up once more
Sockeye waiting to make the death struggle out of the lake and past the bears to complete the ages old cycle once again.
A flower of unknown species
He wouldn't hold still for the shot
Maybe he did, or maybe this was a different fish
Pretty lean for all the Sockeye eggs in the water
I'm working on it Mickey
I fell over and got wet setting the hook on this one. See, I can do it Jeff. You just weren't barking orders in my ear this time. LOL
Volocano silt flows into many streams. The ones with silt normally don't have a fish population
Another Dolly, about 25"
Mama with cubs on the Margot
This one wanted to walk right down the creek at us. Jeff sweet talked her into going around.
A close bear or Bald Eagle miss
This big guy wasn't going to give up his spot without a fight. We left him there.
Three bears in view.
Fat belly, and ready for winter
Hundreds of Sockeye.
Ken was at the stick for us this day. Gary's father-in-law had an emergency. We wish him well Gary.