We've been derelict in our blogging duties lately, so here are a bunch at once. Last Friday we went fishing for hooligans with Emily's co-workers, their friends and significant others. The spot was about 45 minutes south of Anchorage, a little past Girdwood for those familiar with the area. Basically we just pulled over just off the highway and walked about 200 feet to the shores of the Twentymile River. We had these gigantic nets on even more gigantic poles, and people would just scoop the river looking to catch there buggers (hooligans are only about 5 inches long or so). Emily and I didn't partake in the fishing b/c a fishing license for one day for us (non-residents) would cost as much as a fishing license for the entire year for residences. It's a good thing too, b/c no one caught anything. We had some food to munch on and some beer to drink and it was a beautiful night, so fun was had by all. But it was rather cold and little windy (I had to alternate which had I held my beer in so it wouldn't get too numb).
Oh, this guy Walter got a little stuck. He waded into the river a little with his hip-waiters, but the bank is SUPER muddy, and well, he got stuck. And like quick-sand the harder you struggle the worse it gets. It took 4 guys and about 10 minutes to finally free him.
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