Fishing Time by Marjorie Merry

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.

Eleanor Yatlin cutting fish 6-11
My mother, Eleanor Yatlin, taught her kids, neices and nephews how to cut fish over the past 40 years. Photo taken in 2011 by Angela Gonzalez

Fishing Time
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.

We got some nice sized red (sockeye) salmon on the Kenai River. Photo by Angela Gonzalez
We got some nice sized red (sockeye) salmon on the Kenai River in 2014. Photo by Angela Gonzalez

Thank you Marjorie Merry!

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