Had an idea in our heads of roasting/frying/grilling meat.
We were looking at the prices of all the fancy foods . . .
The prices on the fish could scare the craziest of fools.
So we decided to take matters into our own hands;
Time for another grand adventure to harvest the goods of this land.
So we packed up all our dip-nets, coolers, guns and cameras,
Prayed the weather would hold up while we were loading up the truck.
Then off we went to Chitna with the Ranger in the back,
We were going to catch our limit or we were not coming back.
When we got there we unloaded with the weather looking nice
Hoping that the sun wouldn’t melt all of our ice.
The driving in was rough, but we handled it like pros,
Traversing rocks and ruts ‘cause that’s just how we roll.
Just a couple hours later we were dipping with our nets.
Those fish were getting feisty but we were ready to get wet.
A couple hours passed with the hauling in full swing,
An adventure we were having but there was one tiny thing . . .
A disastrous misfortune of which I can’t even sing.
Don’t go looking for adventure unless it’s what you want to find.
I guess he’ll have to save again, his nickels and his dimes.
But anyways, the fish were coming fast and furious.
Their numbers were arising, we were getting serious.
Not too much longer later with our limits to the max,
We were hauling that fish out of there and strapping on our packs.
Then the wind, it started picking up and getting in our faces
But still the sun was shining bright as we bounced that place.
But the adventure was not over yet and after we pulled in
To the town at eleven o’clock, the kids said, “Where you been?!”
Then Pat pulled out his knife, the fastest blade in the west,
As he filleted all those fish we finally took a short rest.
As the clock was striking twelve we finally finished at the docks.
Our clothes were good and grimy, there was water in our socks.
But after we got home we threw that salmon on the grill,
The aroma rose to heaven, entire atmospheres it filled.
Meanwhile . . .
A couple blocks away the stores were going out of business,
‘Cause when we get hungry like Alaskans
We can fish for our own fishes!
Valdez, AK, 2004