Still on the hunt for a silver salmon, my next stop was the ice cold Knick river. The water of the Knick has that glacial gray muddiness to it. I visited the Knick last year, you may remember it as the Mullet spot, the business of fishing in front of you, and the four wheeler hooligan party behind you…….
It was a long walk down to the water and it took me a better part of an hour to get there…..the water was unusually high and it was fun to watch the trucks and four wheelers blast through knee deep water to get from one place to another.
The fishing stunk at Knick. Because of the high water, the area that is usually the fishing hot spot was greatly reduced in size and about 50 yards further back on the shore than normal. I decided to explore a place called Jim Creek another couple of miles even further away. I guess you could say I was sort of banking on getting a ride back to my car from someone when I was done. I hiked and hiked, bush wacked and battled my way far upstream where I encountered a pod of silver salmon wandering up and down a 200 yard stretch of the river. I attempted to hook up to a Silver but in the end was unsuccessful. And an hour later happily found myself with my arms wrapped around a 60 year old man…… who comfortably delivered me right to my car on the back of his four wheeler……
Stopped at a more popular salmon spot on the way back to Anchorage where I was again reminded that everyone fished for salmon here. It was certainly not just a man thing. I saw couples on dates, women in pairs as well as alone, even saw a little kid's birthday part where they ate cake and casted away. One guy had a tall bar stool set way out in the water. He had the back padded with foam pieces from a wacky noodle. His stool even swiveled and came equipped with a rod holder. He was rocking out with his headphones on and was casting away.
Drove to Anchorage and spent the rest of the night on the computer outside McDonald’s.
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