Old School
I’m gonna start posting some old stories and of accounts of my early guide days in the wilds of Alaska. These tales, are just something I thought would entertain us in dark months of winter. There will be some funny stuff to me, might even be some mullets and Brian Bosworth hair cuts involved.
This picture was from way back in the day, 1990 to be exact. This is my second year as a guide and by this point, I’m the best thing going in my mind. Looking back on it, I didn’t know much. I did know I loved my new Winston IM-6 7-wt rod. One of the cool guides turned me on to the Winston the year before when I worked up in Iliamna.
The photo was taken at the lagoon of lower T creek. I don’t actually recall the specifics of the day, but it looks like it was calm and it looks like we got the White Rock Hole. If I know me, I was showing some clients how to land pigs. It was hard for a young guide not to catch a few, even though getting caught fishing with clients meant being fired, specially from the old characters I worked for.
This picture might have been the year my employer “Cheif Nasty” was in prison for half the summer for some violations. It was just the pilots Rob, Dean and myself calling the shots. We decided were, when and what to do with 12 clients a week. Back then the fishing was still good. You could actually be the only plane at a creek or river. Any way, that was the time of my life. We fished the clients hard and flew early. No doubt, we were floats up in the dark this morning, to have the White Rock Hole all to ourselves. You can bet this was not the only one Rainbow I hooked and landed that day, it was problably the small one, though.
Sunglasses have really come along way since then.
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