Our father was a big-wig at the Oregon Fish Commission, and the freezer in our spacious mock Tudor home in Clackamas was always chock full with wild salmon and bull trout. My twin brother Jake and I gorged on the rich bouillabaisse and fricassee dishes that our mother served up each evening at exactly seven
Tag: Fishing
I have no interest in fishing. If I’m perfectly honest, I consider anglers a little odd – the endless sitting and staring, it’s unsettling. You could see the appeal of fishing on a sunny day, but as an excuse to sit by a secluded river with a cool-box of beer. God forbid you should catch