Aside from seeing “The Goonies” when it was still in theaters in Anchorage, I have pretty much no recollection of my family’s first trip to Alaska in 1985. But my dad caught a big king salmon, which he had mounted, and as the years went on and my love of fishing deepened, it stood as a constant reminder of what was possible in that faraway land.
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