Last weekend was extremely nice up here.  Max did quite a bit of flying, I mostly moped around, in and outside, enjoying the weather, but more then anything enjoying having some time to flat out waste.  Sunday night, Max returned from a flight across the inlet with tales of being able to spot fish from the air, landing and being able to catch a fish every cast.  He even brought back a filet that looked nicer then expected.

If you look closely you can see the schools of fish

If you look closely you can see schools of fish

The mere thoughts of an insane number of fish whipped Jeffé and I into a frenzy, and plans were set while at work to fly out to Judd Lake and catch some fish.  The sunny weather held and we flew out that evening in hope of a slaughter.  We attached the POV camera to the outside of the PA 12 for the first time on the flight as well.

It only shows up as a dark shadow on the video as a shadow at the 1:10 mark but coming over the small hill a bear popped his head up to see what was up as we cruised on by.  As we approached the back corner where a small creak emptied in to Judd Lake the site of salmon became distinct, cluttering the entrance to the creek looking as if a thousand red bricks had haphazardly plummeted into the lake from above.  As we taxied over to the beach, the site of fleeing salmon was a constant beneath the plane’s floats.

stacking up

stacking up

I caught a fish on my first cast, and about 90 percent of all casts from there on out.   I’d predict similar if not better work from both Max and Jeff, both of whom put my pedestrian fishing skills to shame.  Max forgot his pole so spent the evening landing fish after fish on the fly rod he keeps in the back of his plane.

kind of embarrassing, but a fish

kind of embarrassing, but a fish

Most of the hundreds or so fish we caught were kind of red (although still firm bodied, not all spawned out) and we threw them back.  Jeffé reminded us he was soon returning to Ohio, and we all agreed people in Ohio weren’t good enough to be fish snobs and would enjoy whatever it was he fed them.  So a couple paler fish were kept to keep Ohio fed.   

Jeffé killing it

Jeffé killing it

 We haven’t played with Max’s new camera very much lately.  So we had it up on a tripod while we fished to see what we could find.  A couple decent shots were salvaged.  Notice the fishes reaction at the beginning when Jeffé slaps the water.

And although you just saw it, a nice view of Denali and Foraker.  The sky was super red early last week from all the Volcanos currently erupting in the Aleutians.  They even closed the Airport to commercial flights for a while. 

Denali and Foraker

Denali and Foraker

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