
This isn’t a story to brag about my Alaska fishing prowess. This is a story about the stars aligning to defy the bounds of logic, and also brag about a hell of a fish I was lucky enough to catch one day in July 2022.
Any fisherman will tell you — there are good days, and there are bad days. That’s just fishing.
One of the things I’ve learned working on a fishing boat is that it’s all a matter of probability. If you fish EVERY. SINGLE. DAY for an entire summer, you’re bound to have some good days, and of course some bad ones, but the more often you have a line in the water, the greater chances that lightening will strike.
Flash back to July 20, 2022. It was a bluebird day in Homer, Alaska. The M/V Diamond Cape “set sail” for the far reaches of the Chugach Islands, a 2+ hour run from the harbor. As we rounded the corner at Point Adams and entered the Gulf of Alaska, the mountains rose like a scene from Jurassic Park in the early morning light. We rode the current through the Elizabeth Channel and eastward towards the far side of East Chugach island.



