Since the family camp up at Leech Lake Minnesota, the call to do battle with Ole Blue began. It seems that during the flood stages of the Mississippi - Fall of '85 - Ole Blue escaped and headed through the Panama Canal and on up to Alaska. He wanted to get as far away from Texas as he could. Big fish don't like Texas.
I went north, therefore, to do Missionary work first, and yet there was the whisper of Ole Blue always.
I knew right away that he knew I was there because the very first day I dropped a fishook in Crab Creek in Craig, he noticed it. The very next afternoon he sent five killer whales across the bay in front of our house as a warning to me.
Up and down the Inside Passage he followed us from Craig to Haines and from Haines to Juneau and Berner's Bay. I believe that is one reason the fishing wasn't very good last summer.
~The Flat Tortilla
Fall 1986
Thursday, October 7, 2010
The Saga of Ole Blue... Alaska
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