My "brother" Marty in Pennsylvania is an avid outdoorsman and hunter, so I invited him to join me on the Kenai peninsula for some fishing and other shenanigans. After an arduous set of flights from the east coast, he arrived in Homer just before midnight, astonished to see that it was still quite light out. Despite the time on his "body clock" he was good to go for a beer at the Salty Dog Saloon, and to add his dollar to the literally thousands that are tacked all over the inside of the joint.
We headed out this morning for some halibut fishing, for which Homer is world famous. We had pretty good luck, though that's not saying much because catching Halibut in Homer is pretty much an automatic. What happens in Homer stays in Homer, but I will report that Marty didn't quite catch
all the fish you see him with here!
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