The salmon are running right now, completing an arduous journey from the ocean, into the harbor and the rivers, before swimming miles and miles upstream into the mountains to spawn at the spot they were born. And then they die. Uplifting, right? But I've seen photos of people holding these huge silver slabs of salmon -- 20-pounders, 30-pounders -- with their arms straining under the weight. They're catching them in the harbor! So, last weekend, I bought a fishing rod, and a couple of exciting-looking lures. On Sunday, Emeline and I got up at 7am and drove out to the peninsula to catch dinner. But this is the only thing I caught.
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