Several years ago, my brother, grandpa, and I took a trip to King Salmon, Alaska, and stayed at Bear Trail Lodge.
Bear Trail Lodge We flew out to several locations and rivers via seaplane. They had us on fish the entire time. One of the days, my brother and I flew deep into the bush with a guide, which was incredible. I can't remember how far we flew, but we were the only humans for many, many miles. We had two bear encounters and caught all types of fish. It was a fantastic trip with great hosts and accommodations. I definitely recommend it!
On a side note, consider this a public service announcement: put an alarm on any freezer you store your fish in when you get home.
About two weeks after we returned, my wife decided to cook some salmon for dinner and didn't quite close the freezer all the way.
The next evening, I came home from work and noticed a puddle slowly creeping out from beneath the freezer. That's when I knew...and the tears started flowing...
Everything was gone. All the fish from the trip (well over 100lbs). The blackbuck. The scimitar oryx. The whitetail. Even my first rattle snake and coyote, quietly awaiting the taxidermist. Years of effort, memories, and questionable life choices dissolved into a lukewarm puddle of regret.
I walked in, took it all in, took a deep breath and calmly told her I wasn't cleaning it up. I then went into my office, closed the door, put my head on my desk and cried myself to sleep.
To this day, I have not spoken to her about it. That was 10 years ago this July.
Had I said anything else, this story would be told from prison or by my divorce attorney.
