For as long as I can remember, I’ve been eating fish. Growing up in Alaska, every summer my family would pack up the van and drive several hours to the Kenai River in Soldotna.
Boy, I have a lot of memories there! Like the time, a salmon pulled so hard that it ripped the rod right out of my brother-in-law’s hands. Of course, he dived after it. Completely soaked head-to-toe, but he got it back (I think…I was laughing too hard to actually care about the outcome.)