By Destiny B Key
The summer before I left for boot camp, I came across a creek that was filled with salmon. When I say “filled,” I mean filled with salmon everywhere. I took off my sweater, put on my Xtratufs, and hopped in. I watched their swimming patterns and waded into the waters until an opportunity came for me to swoop a salmon in my hands. I fell in a couple times, but eventually I got my hands on a salmon. Think about it. How many people get to run through the cold Alaskan creeks and catch salmon with their hands?
