Coho in the mist…
October 6th, 2009
By Auntie…here with some pig silvers from last month
I met Paul Katsaros in 1982 when I first got to Kodiak. A bunch of us worked together in a cannery and stayed in a tiny two bedroom apartment in the cannery bunkhouse. The best spot to sleep was under the kitchen table because no one could step on you in the night.
The Pauls
We were all insane at that time, and some of us have stayed in touch. Kind of like war buddies. Eventually he moved back home, somehow found a great woman named Shirl to marry him and brought her back here to live, but they had to leave again after a few months.
Shirl with a dandy coho!!
This fall, after years of endless promises of coming to visit, they did. They even brought Shirl’s brother, Paul. Did I tell you they’re from the Other Coast? So, three Deadheads from New Hampshire and I spent the next week in some of the crappiest weather Kodiak could offer up, having a ball catching silvers.
The banks were blown from the rain that was still pouring down on us but that just made them more determined to catch fish. I did mention the east coast thing, didn’t I? Shirl and her brother Paul were so good! Casting hours on end, day after day, without a complaint and without a fish, until their scheduled last day when they each finally landed beautiful, fresh silvers.
Dead coho..execution style…Yikes
I say scheduled because it’s Kodiak and you don’t always get to leave or arrive when you plan to. It’s totally up to the weather gods and gutsy pilots. At least the delay was on the back end of the visit and not the beginning! Unfortunately, no hawgs were harmed during this visit…but we had a blast and I bet it doesn’t take them 16 more years to come back!
Auntie
