Prompted by a spring that never came, leaving ice on the creeks and the trout unmolested far too deep into the calendar year, I had occasion to spend more time than anyone should thinking about some of my favorite fish memories. And I specifically mean fish memories, not favorite fishing memories, which would unnecessarily bring a host of other considerations into the discussion, things like streamside horseshoes on the Kanektok River or Fish Alaska publisher Marcus Weiner practicing the Five Ds of Dodgeball while trying to avoid a charging bear and simultaneously remain tethered to a few pounds of acrobatic trout.

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