It could have gone either way, as the first steps of the tango began with the sudden purring of my reel. The salmon was not going quietly.
The dance commenced in earnest as my fishing companions shouted instructions: “Reel slowly. Let out the line. REEL.” We eventually netted a mouthwatering morsel that stretched 22-inches long and weighed 3 ½ pounds.
A gustatory awakening followed on that long-ago evening with the earthy yet otherworldly flesh of hibachi-grilled salmon tenderly slipping off the fork as if casually undressing.
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