Combat Fishing … NOT!

A good night’s rest … with only one train going by that felt like it was rolling over us due to the proximity of the train tracks to Ship Creek RV Park. The train rattled down the tracks … blew its horn a couple of times … and then it was gone. We are, in fact, on railroad property, so no surprise. And it wasn’t a big deal since we don’t really mind train noise unless it is constant.

A quiet morning at the campground … sitting on the patio to enjoy the nice day forecasted by the weather guys. Around 11:00a, we drove over to Ship Creek to check out the anglers. We could have walked, but we wanted to save our footsteps for our afternoon plans.

When we were in Anchorage in June 2001, we had walked to the creek to watch what is termed “Combat Fishing” … hundreds of anglers standing shoulder to shoulder plying rod and reel in hopes of catching their allotment of salmon … some along the edge of the water … others in the middle of the stream … fishing lines whipping through the air to land with a splash in the water … over and over and over again.

Alas, we didn’t get to see this today. There were some anglers, but not in the numbers we were expecting. Perhaps the wrong time in the salmon season. Perhaps the wrong time of the day.Les mer