fresh fish in the market

cook inlet setnet
I wish I was a fisherman
Tumblin’ on the seas
Far away from dry land
And it’s bitter memories
Casting out my sweet line
With abandonment and love
No ceiling bearin’ down on me
’cept the starry sky above........

if ya wanna go, look here for jobs

alaska job bank

supercub lands on the beach for supply run

matt kills fish

fish camp sunset

drying out rain gear

beer thirty

low tide

pack it up

head in to camp

there it is

hope for the best

this is the way that jesus fished, just a boat and a net. not so much cussing and prolly no outboard.

at slack tide, just pull the net and see what you got

eat together, work together, hate each others guts and risk your life for each other

you can seine in prince willaim sound, gill net in bristol bay, or find yourself a fishcamp in upper cook inlet

everyone's dreamed of it. take off, head north, hop on a boat where noone can reach you except for the captain, and you don't care what he's yelling about, because, you're cold and wet and happy