The Drake

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In early June my wife and I landed near the mouth of the Brooks River in the Bristol Bay region of western Alaska. I was going to fish the opener for rainbow trout. The river was new to me, and I felt apprehensive, like a seventh grader walking into a new school.

We flew in from Anchorage with our friends Rich and Lin. This was home waters for

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