Pretty Brooks bow. About ten of these fell for a big mouse pattern on my last night on the river.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I think this is one lovely laker.
Small ones were tastier, but this hank o laker smoked up nice for a shore dinner.
Pond full o pike. Just over the saddle you can catch a little laker for dinner, if you can stand the bugs and the spooky bear trail.
Oh so tasty. This is Brooks Lake laker, fried in real butter that someone left at Brooks Camp.
Brought this baby back along with two of his cohorts, and by now he has been blackened, grilled, smoked, or squaw-candied.
Got some pictures from Dan! Wet wading on a very hot day (this is the afternoon of International Alaskan Mouse Day).
I'm pretty sure I took this one with Dan's camera.
