Column: Now we're even

It was probably the angriest my buddy Rob and I have ever been at each other.It was the summer of 2015 and he was most of his way through a limit of silvers on the Thorne River. He glided one near the shore. I grabbed the club and swung. Water splashed. The fish swam off.“I don’t see how you could have thought anything else except that was going to happen.”I was angry because he had said he wasn’t convinced of my plan, but it’s what I do when I fish solo at the rocky spot where we were fishing. It's a fool-proof program, for me at least. After all, I was the Alaskan who had been coming back every summer to fish. I was the Alaskan who had moved back. He was the one who hadn’t called Alaska home since he graduated high school in 1998. He was the one who hadn't caught a salmon for years. I would be the one who was reintroducing him to how we do things up here.

I was upset I was wrong and cost him a fish.

He was upset I cost him a fish.See column at:https://www.juneauempire.com/news/friends-fishing-and-the-ones-that-got-away/