Seasons of An Alaska Flyfisher
by Ken Marsh
On drizzly August evenings, a bear-fearing man with an eight-weight rod and a large-bore rifle — a .300 H&H magnum is about right — could go there and catch silvers, catch them until his forearm wore out. The secret lay in a wisp of a game trail, known only to the hard core, that threaded for a mile through dense black spruce that bristled with the blond, frizzy shoulder hair of passing grizzlies. Often, you could hear silvers before you saw the creek, rolling, tailing, swirling, as silvers will, in the quiet water.
Ken Marsh will take you on a fly-fishing adventure as only a native who has lived and fly-fishing his entire life in Alaska can. You won’t find a catered, cozy fly-fishing camp with protective, professional guides in these stories. Instead, you’ll join Ken and his sometimes crazy, always interesting friends as they fly-fish through the season in the real Alaska.
Through it all, they’re on a search for solitude, for the untrammeled, and for a place where angler and fish can meet in one moment that can’t be taken back or forgotten. It’s the same search all fly-fishers are on, but the scale is, like the state itself, much grander than most of the Lower Forty-eight.