This past summer I went rod and reeling to Chuilinguk with Frank, Angeline, Glen, Joey, Fabe, Ruth, Rose, Diane, Richard, Jonathan, and Patrick. Most of us camped on a little island, but Jonathan, Richard and Patrick camped farther up the slough.

The next morning we ate breakfast and headed up a creek. When we reached the others we stopped and waited for them, and then we continued up the creek until it was too shallow to go any further. We saw some King salmon jumping around up there and we stopped on the beach and tried to catch some. I caught a couple of little ones and Jonathan caught one too.

After a couple of hours of fishing we started to head back down to camp. On our way down we stopped at a place where they fish in the wintertime and we tried fishing there. After awhile I was getting bored with the little pike I caught, so I took a walk with my rod to a spot farther away from the boat where I started to catch some bigger ones. After I got about two or three big ones Joey came around and started fishing. After a while the fish stopped biting and I thought I'd go back to the boat. But I tried one more cast. On my last cast I caught a really big pike. It didn't fight very hard but it was really big. It pulled out lots of line really slowly, so I loosened the drag so it wouldn't snap the line. It took me about two minutes to bring the fish to the beach. The fish was about three and a half to four feet long and it was really heavy. My grandma cut it up later that night before I even got to show it to the other guys. But it was the biggest fish I ever caught in my life.

By Willie Paul Fitka