That's Rodney. Rodney is the best fishing guide I've ever had.
Went on one of those fly-in fishing trips last time I was in Alaska. It was out of Soldotna, on the Kenai Peninsula. First, our bad ass little float-plane came to pick us up.
Our pilot dropped us off at a lake in the middle of nowhere. Some boats were waiting for us and he said he'd be back at 7:30. OK, see ya!
We fished all day. Rodney and I had a blast getting to know each other. Sometimes it seemed like we were laughing more than we were fishing.
It didn't take long before the bears started to show up.
I can't lie. Those bears were catching a hell of a lot more fish than I was. Made it look easy, too. Fuckers.
After a while, this dude showed up in a float-plane. He was by himself. He climbed out of the cockpit and onto his wing. I asked Rodney what he was doing. Rodney shrugged and said, "He's here to watch the bears."
Just another typical Alaskan afternoon. Sigh. Paradise, I tell you.