Sunday, August 24, 2009
Blueberry pancakes and Reindeer sausage for breakfast before we six set out for upper Bunco Creek by foot. Water level was a little higher than I recall from 14 years prior when Stephen, Philip, Aynsley Miller Fisher and I had our Grizzly encounter in the same spot. Nary a fish in the creek. I think Stephen and Ben caught one each, but really weren’t there. We tread lightly. Returned home through miles and miles of alders. “Hey Bear!” was shouted or mumbled no fewer than 3000 times. Returned to the cabin in time to run out to the mouth of Bunco and hook up with dozens of Salmon. Cooked a couple fillets for dinner. Cheairs smoked some for apps.
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