For all sorts of reasons I eat less and less fish that I catch. And I'm frequently disappointed that supposedly fresh fish served by others carries a heavy "fish" odor that I learned to disdain at a very young age. To avoid that disappointment I avoid eating fish; and when I was asked by the Johnsons at the Naknek River Camp how many fish I hoped to bring home I sort of mumbled a half-hearted answer.
Even eating Phyllis Johnson's delicious salmon (often the most "fishy" smelling fish I encounter on a fine dining plate) one night in camp didn't cause me to rethink my plan to return home empty handed. But after watching the guides fillet the bright orange sockeye flesh, I decided to bring a handful of fillets home for my wife (who is more tolerant of fishy fish) and some friends.
|Kyle cleaning a day's catch of sockeye salmon.|
While my taste for fresh fish has been restored, I know I will be eating even less fish. (Nothing will be able to top the Naknek sockeye, so why bother.) That is unless I get that box of fish delivered.