Eating post spawn salmon

When I was six I got it in my head I could make money selling salmon. Took my Red Ryder wagon and a harpoon down to the Chena River. In short order I had it full of salmon, they were all pretty dark and hook jawed at that point of their journey. Hauled it down to the parking lot at the O club. (Fort Wainwright) Somebody called the MPs, they thought they should call the Captains wife as dad was out of town.
Never sold any fish and my mother made some poor Sargent paddle my bare butt with a belt! That would have been 1960 or so.
 
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