Hi, I am DennisZ. The other day I took four salt water rigs out of the boat decidedly making a move to give up on Puget Sound fishery after two years of releasing mud sharks. I was thoroughly spoiled for the balance of a lifetime by a fishing trip with my wife to Alaska last year. We took the 18' North River up and sailed back from Haines. 4005 miles before we drove on the Alaska Marine Ferry. Next month I will be 62 years young, I regret waiting so long to go where I might have stayed had I been moved to travel there sooner.
There are four brothers in my family, sprinkled around Washington State. July 11th Terry and I will leave his home in Arlington, for Spokane to meet up with Dale. We are the oldest three. As a visitor to this site I have been looking at the many postings expecially for Eastrern Washington areas as I have designs on fishing Banks Lake or out of the Lincoln launch or nearby with Terry on the way over. Just so's you might see us, a white Dodge Dually, a white Bigfoot Camper, and the aluminum North River. With Dale the three of us will inevitably cruse Rock Lake until the sun burns the skin off my head again this year, hats make my head hot, or we run out of Zatarans or oil.
When I was about 4 years old my folks set me down with a willow stick, some leader a hook and worm in a tall grassy spot beside a Montana creek. When I was sure I had cought my first fish, I rolled over backward like a cub bear. The fish flew centrifically overhead throught the Big Sky leaving an indelible memory before it went unconcious on the bank.
Terry and Dale are to me better, luckier, fishermen than I. However Mom could outfish us all. The first thing she ever cought on the old docks back in '52 near the flour mill in Tacoma was a Skate. At home, in oil in the frying pan the leather skinned pie wedged cuts of its fins quivered like the high school biology frog leg when it is given a shock. For several years our family spent weekend days on those docks filling up a bucket on the incoming tides with ling cod and flounder cought on the pile worms we would gather during low ebb.
I saw a posting request today for a recipe for largemouth bass to get them to taste better. I suggest an old recipe for Sand Hill Cranes which might work. Using the Inuit cooking approach, a water tight wolven cedar root cooking vessel filled with water is brought to a boil with hot rocks from the fire pit. The Crane is dressed out and inserted into the boiling basketful of water and left to cook for about two hours. Then you take out the Crane and eat the rocks. I sure hope someone has a better idea.
With due respect, I come from a fish and eat heritage. Trout are ok, Kookanee are better. Especially when a limit of them are on the boat and it is lunchtime. I keep a lunch pail, a frying pan, some Zatarans, some oil, and the one burner stove onboard for such moments as these. Somewhere in the Washington Regs. it says a "limit", except for immediate consumption. Sustinance fishing tastes better than store bought.
Oh! Oh!, I can't forget Colin's movie.. this link to the youngest brothers movie at: XapfjN99Xwc
Our dog is a Pappilion who fathered the pups Maria and I went to visit.
May God grace us all with safe, happy, satisfying days on the water.
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