Late summer of my 12th year delivered two life changing moments. The first was a brief and thrilling encounter with a mighty chinook salmon, whose massive form ascended the Skykomish river and bit the garden worm I was drifting for trout. The second occurred on the first day school when I witnessed the summer transformation of the girls I'd known since kindergarten.
Like a mint bright chinook, the girls were suddenly mysterious and alluring, stunningly beautiful and enticingly elusive. Also like the chinook, I desperately wanted to catch one, but had no idea how.
Persistence eventually paid of...
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