Home Economics, Alaska Style

It’s the second day of (home)school and I don’t know if it’s the air pressure change or what but we were over it before it even began. All aboard the struggle bus, there’s room in the back!

By TWO FREAKING P.M., which is three hours past my usual ending time for school, the boys were done, I was done, we were DONE. So I slammed the teacher book shut in dramatic fashion and said “screw it let’s go on a field trip.”

Where do you go on a field trip in September in Kodiak? 

The river to go fishing, of course. 

We headed to our favorite fishing spot on the Buskin and immediately had our bear sighting of the day, a giant of a sow across the river from us that we had woken from a nap. She, as most bears on Kodiak, was completely bored with our presence, yawned, turned her back to us and plopped into the tall grass to take a nap.

Whatever, Bear.

Our not so favorite spot at the mouth of the Buskin

The fish weren’t biting and we decided to risk going to the dreaded “Mouth” of the Buskin, hoping it was early in the afternoon enough to avoid the mass crowds of people that usually swallow up that spot.

Mass crowds as in like, ten people. But there are things in which I don’t share well with people. The beach. A bag of Doritos. Fishing spots. 

We marched down to the mouth and lo and behold, people. Gosh, don’t you go to WORK or something. We lasted about three casts before I announced “nothing’s biting this spot is stupid let’s go back to OUR spot”, which actually was true and in which the boys whole heartily agreed. So we got back in the car and drove the 3 minutes back to our spot, where the bear popped her head out of the grass and I swear rolled her eyes at us before disappearing again into her nap. 

WHATEVER, bear! 

In the end we came home with two pinks, one humpy and one ocean going. Calen is working on a Fishing merit badge, so we took them home so he could learn to clean a fish once Brad came home from work.

Nothing says “welcome home honey” like a 5 gallon bucket of salmon sitting in the kitchen sink staring at you.

Learning to clean a fish. This was all Calen and Brad because this is man's work, or something. I want no part in it. 

Brad took over and taught Calen how to clean a fish because let’s face it that’s just not my jam. The humpy was pretty pale and we decided to bake it and add it to Rebel’s dog food. The ocean pink was pretty enough that Calen seasoned it and baked the fillets and it made a tasty dinner! 

Salmon. It's what's for dinner. 

That’s like, earth science, biology, home economics and health class all in one, right? 

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