I have spent fourteen summers mirroring the migration of salmon as they return to their natal streams that pierce the shorelines of Alaska. Silvery bodies pulse through the ebb and flood of each passing tide, as they inch closer to fulfilling their biological programming; I too feel a similar push and pull to return to these same rivers each season.
As a fisherman, the start of every season is a homecoming, reconnecting with my commercial fishing family in Bristol Bay. The familiar faces that line the boat yards and back decks year after year intertwine with my memories of each passing season, weaving together to create the patchwork quilt that makes up my fishing experiences. My witness to one of the greatest migrations on the planet is also a means of sustaining my way of life.