 Marie fills out a fishing license. |
 Diana is working out with ten pound weights hanging on 175 feet of line. Later she will haul in a fish. |
 Maria fights with a halibut. The halibut loses. |
 I'm not sure what is happening here. Rachel is pensive. Kent is doing something we don't want to know about. Maria is watching Kent with rapt attention. |
 Diana fills out a fishing license with perfect penmanship. |
 These guys were going buy us when Maria taunted them. We thought it was funny. They didn't. |
  Here is Maria's first of three fish. It is little and ugly and will make a great taco. |
 Maria is pointing to Capt. Kent's pole. I think there is a fish somewhere here to keep Perry's attention but it is no where in sight. |
 The first sight of Maria's second fish. It is a forty pound halibut. |
 This is what a forty pound halibut looks like. After you deduct the fishing license, packing and shipping fee, it will cost the same as forty pounds of halibut from Costco. |
 This thing was so heavy that Maria had to hold it up with a boat. It had been clubbed and stuck with a hook and still jumped around in the water. There is almost no way to kill these things except with some lemon in a 350 degree oven. |
 Yep, she hooked another one. It's getting boring. "Hey Maria... save some for the rest of us!" This one was too small to keep. It seems that Capt. Kent won't let you keep a fish that won't fit on a Ritz cracker. |
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 Perry is in fighting form. If I was a fish I'd be afraid. Heck, I'm not a fish and I'm afraid. |
 I think this is Perry's fish. It was big enough to keep. Perry wanted to throw it back but it looked like lunch to Rachel so it wound up in the freezer. |
 Old Perry and the See!!! |
 This little guy was poking his head up to watch the boats in the area. He was about a half mile away. He never got closer. Neither did we. |
 Yet again Diana amazes. She bought a fishing license and caught a couple of fish. We kept one and threw the other one back to grow up a little. We'll catch it on the next trip. |
 She is the most relaxed fisherperson I've ever seen. |
 The fish doesn't look relaxed, though. He looks pooped. Come to think of it, Diana was pooped too after landing it. |
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Orcas. Rachel comes running in from the deck and yells, "Grab yer harpoons, we're going to chase Orcas," and scares the bejesus out of me. I grabbed my harpoon (just to make sure it was still there after the fright), three cameras and followed my boat mates on the Great Orca Hunt. These photos are the result... along with about a quart of adrenalin and a severe case of Ahab impersonation. It was pretty cool. No, it was very cool. No, it was WAY COOL!!!!! |
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Shrimp Hunters "We want shrimp. We want shrimp! WE WANT SHRIMP!!!!" Man, oh man, when the natives get restless the restless get going. On the way to our evening mooring, the Shrimp Hunters threw shrimp pots overboard. No, it is not like it sounds. It was nothing like the Boston Tea Party or any other activity celebrating random lawlessness on the back of a boat. Our Shrimp Hunters stuck big pieces of salmon parts into the shrimp pots (wire baskets with nets around them) and dropped them into 375 feet of water to collect the ugly little suckers, hopefully by the thousands. This time, Perry was the main shrimper, a dangerous job, especially when Maria tried to sink him with a rock. Add Capt. Kent's rope dance to the danger and you have a photo op of monumental proportions. Here are the pix: |
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 Location, location, location. You have to dump shrimp pots where there are likely to be shrimp. This is "Shrimp Alley" in this part of the world. |
 Perry the Shrimp Hunter |
 Perry taking his job less seriously than the previous photo. |
 Rachel, Queen of the Shrimp Hunters, gives instructions on how to hurt yourself setting shrimp pots. The hunters took the lessons to heart. |
 Don't be fooled. This calm exterior hides a bottom teeming with cocktail ingredients. |
 Capt. Kent is not content to simply drive the boat while the Hunters are setting pots. He wants to come and get tangled up in the proceedings and do the age old traditional "Rope Dance of the Tangled Feet". |
 When the Hunters kicked him out for cutting in on the dance, he retreats to his post as Captain of the Boat. |
 After all the work, this is where we spend the night, waiting for those little crawly creatures to hop into the pots. |
 After setting the pots, our chief shrimp hunter heads out in search of bears. He finds one. The experience was so exciting that Diana found him sound asleep in his boat. |
 The story of this photo is on the next row. I needed to put s something in this hole and didn't want to find another photo. |
 I'm not sure who this fish belongs to but I think we're having it for lunch tomorrow. I'm hoping it is Diana's fish because I forgot to take a digital picture of her catch. |
 Marie lands a fish. It should go somewhere else but I'm almost done with this page and I'm too lazy to move it.; |
 DJ cuts out for places unknown until Perry radios that he's cornered a brown bear on the island. DJ turns around and meets up with him just in time to wake him up. |
This was the eagle we saw on the Great Bear Hunt, when we ran out of gas. I had to sit on the gas siphon side of the boat since I was the only one heavy enough to tip the balance in our favor. We eeked out enough gas to get back to the boat. (See Mom, I'm not fat, I'm a savior.) (That's my story and I'm stickin' to it. Forget whatever Capt. Kent tells you.) |
 Rachel, Perry and Maria set the shrimp pots. Check here tomorrow to find out how we did. Last trip we caught 331. I will be keeping the bets on the pool. Send me five dollars per square and the winner gets a bag of shrimp. |
 This is before Maria tries to send Perry to the bottom of the sea. She tried to sink him with a rock. Really. Ask him if you don't believe me. I thought cement overshoes was the preferred method. In Alaska, they tie a rope to you and throw a rock overboard. |
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