My friend, Marjorie Merry, shared a short story about fishing. She has generously allowed me to share it on the Athabascan Woman Blog. It is almost like a poem. We have a fishing fever during the summer time in Alaska.
by Marjorie Merry
It’s time. Each summer. The calling. If you were my mother’s daughter, you would know. Time to hook up the boat and pack for days. Heading to the river with sisters and dad. Just have to work like the dickens to cast that net and check it with optimism.
Pull those magnificent creatures from the water and gut them from neck to tail. Save those hearts and heads for the grill. Filet or cut into steaks? Smoke that fish. Half-drieds or strips. Jar some. Cut those filets outside mom’s smokehouse.
Remember when you listened. Try to be the one who teaches now.
In my new life I will answer the call. Missing those who loved you completely.
Giving it back somehow in return. They have rebranded it as subsistence. But it’s culture. Tradition. Our way of life.
Peace and love peeps.
Thank you Marjorie Merry!