Do you have stories or pictures to contribute about your fishing way of life - on or off the water? Or words of wisdom to impart to the next generation of fishermen? Maybe you have a poem or artwork inspired by your concern for the future of our ocean? Or a favorite family tradition or recipe to share?
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Whether you’ve fished for one season or 50, please consider a submission to our third Alaska Young Fishermen’s Almanac, a publication designed to inspire future generations of fisherfolk. We are especially interested in content that celebrates the values of stewardship, people & place, family, fellowship, traditions, ingenuity and hard work.
Submissions can be sent to almanac@akmarine.org with the subject “Almanac Volume 3” and a name and address by September 1. Please reach out with any questions, and our thanks to all who have already sent in their submissions!
Need inspiration? Check out some Vol. 2 submissions!
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The Ocean
Quietly I watch the waves
In awe of the gray, rolling motion of
the wind driven sea
My father, dressed in a raincoat
Looking forward, confident on his
expertise of navigation
Together we are happy, hoping there
is fish in our ocean net
The beat of the boat hitting every wave
Rhythmic motion, carefree, and calm
Father and daughter, we travel
Away from the every day hustle of the village
We are content on knowing that this
is what we love to do
Lost in the vastness of the ocean
Time stands still
Melanie Sagoonick // Unalakleet
Valisa Higman // Seldovia Ward Hulburt VI // Dillingham Sonja Rootvik // Walla Walla
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The Watchman
The black crow sits upon the bow.
Beneath the hull is calm for now.
Above clouds roll in stormy skies.
The black crow waits with watchful eyes.
The fishermen make haste and reel up their nets.
Behind the wheel the captain frets.
The eagles head above the clouds,
But the black crow sits upon the bow.
Trevor McManus // Cordova
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