Miller Law - June 2020

June 2020

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A Lifetime of Fishing Trips

The summer offers some of the best opportunities to get up early in the morning and go fishing. While I haven’t had the chance to go for a few years now, fishing is something I’ve always enjoyed, especially when I was younger. My mom’s dad, Granddad, had a lifelong love of fishing, and he would go as often as he could. When my grandparents lived in Alaska, they owned a small ocean-faring boat named the High Hopes. Whenever my grandfather had a couple days off from working at the bakery, my grandparents would take my mom and aunt in the boat out of Seward, Alaska, and go fishing in the ocean. Granny loved going out on the boat, but apparently, her excitement cooled a bit the day she looked out the port hole window while she was making lunch and looked a whale straight in the eye! They had a ton of adventures on that boat. After my dad came along and even after I was born, they didn’t stop. We all went out on the boat to go fishing with them. Apparently, we were there so often that I actually learned how to walk on that boat. The first time I remember fishing was after my grandparents moved out of Alaska to the eastern side ofWashington State. They lived in a little town of Springdale, and we moved in with them for a little while. One day, Granddad “Granddad and I were fishing at the end of the dock and catching rainbow trout together. Even though I was around 3 or 4 years old, I can remember we caught six fish that day and I had a ton of fun.”

During my junior year of high school, we took a vacation back to Alaska and spent time with them. Granddad took my sister and me on a charter boat, so we went halibut fishing out of Homer with him and Granny. That was a really fun experience — I’d never used anything bigger than my regular fishing pole, so it was weird using such a large pole and a much stronger line, but it was even weirder pulling the halibut up once you caught one. Halibut are flat and live along the bottom of the ocean. To fish for them, you had to drop your line in and let your weight sink all the way to the bottom, and when you got a hit, it felt like pulling up a giant piece of plywood. The best fish I’ve ever eaten was from the halibut “cheek” that we caught that day, which Granny cooked in butter on their stove in their mobile home that night. I still remember that meal! I don’t know when I’ll get the chance to go fishing again, but after thinking about all the good times I had fishing with my family, I hope I’ll get the opportunity soon.

took me fishing in a nearby lake. Granddad and I were fishing at the end of the dock and catching rainbow trout together. Even though I was around 3 or 4 years old, I can remember we caught six fish that day and I had a ton of fun. While Mom grew up in Alaska, my dad grew up on the Western Slope of Colorado. When he was younger, he would go to a great fishing spot called Silver Jack Reservoir. Later, when we would go visit his parents, Dad would sometimes take us fishing there. It was always a beautiful trip, even though it took a while to get there. After driving for a while to get to Dad’s spot, we would park on the side of the road and hike a bit down to the lake for what felt like two hours, but it was probably only about 15 minutes. Once we got there, I had fun baiting the hooks with cheese and salmon roe and casting my line into the water. It seemed like we always walked away with something. After leaving Springdale, my mom’s parents eventually ended up retiring in Mesa, Arizona. During the summer months, they would travel back to Alaska every other year and visit friends.

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