It didn't matter if we fished in rain, mist, or sun, Ross
always had an internal smile that made people want to be around him. The day I caught the above fish, I knew something
extremely important had happened in my life.
I didn't know that among Columbia River tribes, catching one's first
salmon was a rite of passage. I nailed
the salmon’s head to a Douglas fir in my backyard.
Ross taught me to kill fish quickly and
cleanly without anger, in a way I would desire to be killed if I were the fish.
This is a lovely memory and tribute, Scott.
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