We grew up on hood canal, so fishing was like teething. Perch, flounder, trout too young to remember my first one. My first king was out in front of the cave and Seqiu. I was 8 years old and it took me 40 minutes to bring it in. At one point it took a run right across three lines of another boat. My Dad yelled “it is his first salmon!” And the man on the boat cut all three lines divers and all so I could have a chance at my fish. By the time we netted it I could hardy lift my arms they were so tired. Beautiful 25 lb white meat king. It was on my moms birthday August 13th 1970. Mom was in the cabin at Olson’s Resort because she was not feeling to great. I carried (dragged mostly) that king all the way from the cleaning dock to the cabin, to show my mom!
In the pictures my arms were to tired to lift whole fish off the ground.
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