Alaskan in the Making

A teacher calls Katie and I one night and asks if we would like some fresh salmon.  Katie, says ya!  So she swings by our place and sure enough she hops in the back of her truck and scoops out 4 huge salmons by their tails.  Katie and I look at each other and immediately start to laugh at the misunderstanding of "fresh" salmon.  We carry the fish into Katie's apartment and plop them into her sink.  We try to use whatever materials and tools we can find to begin gutting the fish.  First off, we only had a steak knife and a cutting board that was about a cm thick. At the first cut, blood starts gushing out all over the counter.  Katie is gagging and walks away.  I take a few deep breaths and begin scooping out guts and organs.  After the first fish, Katie are on the edge of crying between gagging and laughing so hard at the things we get ourselves into.  Long story short, we tag teamed cutting off the heads and tails and scooping out the goodies with a steak knife, thin plastic cutting board, and survived and conquered the Alaskan Salmon Massacre.

Two weeks later...I was feeling like we were due for another adventure. Our friend Devin picked us up and took us for a drive around the island.  Of course, it is pouring rain out but we still go searching for whales, seals, or whatever we can find.  Sure enough, Devin sees a buck in the distance up the road and pushes the pedal to the medal.  I was so excited and quickly reach for my camera to take a picture. Well Devin had other plans in mind and reached back for his rifle. Before I could even look at the picture I just took, I hear a big blast and feel a casing plop in my lap.  He got it first try, even shooting through a tree!  I had images of Bambi flashing through my head but Katie and Devin we're imagining dinner.  Guess, I'm still working on my Alaskan "ness".  No such thing as baby steps in Metlakatla!



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