The king run at The Fishing Hole has been fluctuating from being on the verge of comatose to somewhat entertaining with patient fin hunters nailing a few hungry chinooks entering with the tides.
The kings are relatively undersized and could have used a few more years at sea to add some heft to their fillets by wolfing down small schools of corpulent herring along with a side order of roe-wrapped candlefish when they felt the need to feed.
Last week I reported that the king run at The Fishing Hole had been about as productive as trolling from a boat and trailer being towed down the Seward Highway.
Things have changed a bit after a series of high tides. Fishing is picking up during both the ebb and flow of the lagoon’s salt water.
The Memorial Day weekend was primo if you were into mucking around the beaches for assorted clam-type life forms and enjoyed broiling your snow colored carcass into a glow-in-the-dark sunburn.
The tides were so low that the hordes from the north had the option to walk across to the peninsula rather than take the long way around by vehicle. From what I hear trekking would have been faster than some of the slug-crawl traffic oozing along parts of the highway.
The first part of this season’s premiere column will be dedicated to those of you who scour wilderness beaches hunting the infamous Alaska clam.
Memorial Day weekend should be primo for those who are addicted to rooting around in the mud and sand for a creature that’s as swift and elusive as a rock with the mental capacity to match.