From the time I was 4 I used to go into my Denver CO backyard and dig up some worms for bait. I'd the walk a couple of blocks to a little lake and fish for Blue Gills, Perch, And Catfish. I was addicted to it! When I was only a couple of years older my Father took me and my best friends Father took him on a trip to Anchorage Alaska. We got off our jet liner and only an hour or so later loaded all our gear into a float plane and went over to the Bristol Bay area. I think we fished the Alagnak, one of my favorites to this day., and we camped out alongside that magnificent river.
We fished for Rainbows and King Salmon.
But for some time now I am in such pain and an so debilitated I can't go fly fishing on one of those Rivers. I lived most of my Adult life spending a fortune ensuring I'd have a couple of weeks in Alaska. That kid that went in that first trip? He's STILL my best friend and he managed to move up here first. Today he's back in CO, he owns one of the largest undeveloped parcels on the Front Range over Denver. But I followed him up to Alaska after that quake that screwed me up PSTD etc. took out my six month old house overlooking Santa Cruz and Santa Cruz Bay. I figured if I was going to have to put up with THAT shit I'd rather live in Alaska. More seismic activity or not. And so for a few years I lived in PARADISE. I'm less than a two hour drive from some INCREDIBLE fishing on the planet. The Kenai River from Cooper Landing on Down. Google it.
Kings, Reds, Silvers, and RAINBOWS. I don't eat fish so I always release them, unless some friend asked (pleaded) for some Salmon.
http://www.fishalaskamagazine.com/guides/rainbowTrout2.cfm
But now I can no longer get on those rivers. And there have been times I've thought about just killing myself because I lost something I loved so dearly.
I've use something like 15 more Perc's than I should have, not for fun but because I hurt so BADLY. I'm hoping I can not take ANY on Sat and Sun because then I'd be OK numbers wise for my Appt on Thursday
Sorry for whining so much. I know there are a LOT of people worse off than me. I wish I could fly a bunch of the people that frequent the BlueLight Forum up here and then take us out to the REAL Alaska. See Brown Bear from less than 100 feet away and not have to fire a shot..
A couple of years back we were camped on the Alagnak again and one of my buddies said he thought there was something REALLY wrong with my pal.He was out in the River in a PRIMO spot and was casting his fly. And casting, and casting. The fly never hit the water. Finally one of the other guys who'd just flown up to join us a couple of hours early offered me some windowpane Acid. Of course I got a couple of hits and it was then he mentioned my Pal had met him when he docked the Beaver.
Suddenly it became clear he was having a LOT of fun watching the fly and line go up and over etc.
Happy Trails!