The sockeye salmon are coming through, and the sportfishery is open! The daily limit for a ticketed and liscensed fisherman is 2, and Mr. Redneck Hillbillies has been going every couple days to see what rich and tasty meat he can bring home for the freezer. Some days we end up with an empty bag, some days one, and twice he's gotten two.
Heading over after work leaves only a couple hours before sundown, and I go along to keep him company and snap photos since I don't have the required licenses to fish. I'm not much of a fisher anyways, and we lose enough betty bouncers and hooks to the river gods with just one of us slinging a hook.
Here are two photos I took the other night as the sun dipped below the mountains.