Uncover the Secret Delicacy Hidden Beneath Our Feet: The Surprising Truth About Eating Around Worms
He didn’t knock. People didn’t, not if they knew you. He nodded once.
“You want to go fishing?”
He didn’t say ice fishing. In winter there was no other kind.
We had fished together before, farther upriver for trout. This time, he led me the other way, toward the ocean. Where the Unalakleet River met the Bering Sea lay less than a mile from the house, a broad, exposed stretch of ice that belonged more to the ocean than the land. That was where people went for smelt and tomcod when the cold settled in.
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