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Pardon my absence (if you noticed) as once again the subsistence lifestyle takes precedence over online goings-on.
This year I got exactly what I wanted, in terms of amount of salmon. Some folks prefer to take their limits and throw a bunch of perfectly good salmon away each year. Me, I like to get what I know I’m going to use. No more.
It was a beautiful year. Better fishing than the last several years. The fish looked a lot better too. It was a much needed “time off” but honestly, it is physically, way way harder work than the regular day-to-day. Even so, I remain grateful.












I’ll share another post with bald eagle photos and more!
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Where did you do this, with the sky still light at 10pm?
Great photos and it sounds like a,great adventure!
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I live in Alaska. For a few months a year, it doesn’t ever get fully dark. More like twilight for a few hours from 1am-3am. In July, the sun sets in this area around 11:30pm.
I do subsistence fishing one week a year in July every year to get my year’s worth of salmon. It’s about two miles from my house, so it’s easily accessible and convenient for me.
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That’s all super cool!
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Looks lovely. Don’t work too hard, kiddo. 😊
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Kiddo…. um.. okay… yeah, well… it was a lot of work BUT the good news is I’m done with fish for the year and next month or so it’ll be on to moose!
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I know. A couple of years on someone and a guy puts on airs. 😊
I still need to try some moose one of these days. I can’t imagine it tastes that different from venison, but I’m probably lacking in the imagination department and need to make sure.
One day!
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Personally, I don’t really like moose, but that’s what is in this area. I love caribou and deer and elk. Too bad none of them are here! 😩 it’s the food they are eating that makes them taste good/yucky. Plus how they are killed/butchered.
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What a beautiful place to be working.
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I certainly don’t complain! 😌
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Seeing your photos from there, we would think you’d gone fully bonkers is you did. :-)
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What an experience. Bet I would have an appreciation of my food if I had to work that hard for it. This is why I grow a small garden every year to remind myself of the effort it takes to produce food. Your photos are glorious.
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Yes! Some years I do a garden, but with moving to the new(ish) property, I haven’t the last two years. Hopefully next year again.
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It’s great to know this is a more fruitful year in salmons. 🙏
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Well it was for me, anyway. I haven’t heard how the commercial fisheries are doing yet. I was happy the fish looked healthier as well.
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What a view is right!! Wow!
And congrats on obtaining what you needed with your catch(ing).
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Thanks Matt
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Beautiful photos as always Tara but the fishing boat caught in the rays of the sun is stunning. Don’t work too hard x
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I thought that was a pretty special shot as well.
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First, I apologize for not commenting sooner. I’ve meant to, but I’m in the self-involved author phase of life. I admit it.
I love your photographs and I loved the previous posts wildflowers. I’ve been meaning to take a picture of the chicory, birdsfoot trefiol and queen anne’s lace growing along the roadside. It’s worthy of Victorian garden first thing in the morning.
Your photographs of the subsistence fishing are fascinating, make me wish I lived there, and are going to go into my fantasy novels. The hero of my story, Toa’Éhto, comes from a land and landscape like yours—from the northern crescent as it’s called in the novel.
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