The wind blows without compassion.
Rain falls in sheets, and temperatures are approaching freezing.
And yet it is a warm day for the quest we have undertaken in the Anchor River, on the southern part of the Kenai Peninsula. Anglers travel the globe and spend thousands of dollars each year hoping to stick a hook in this fish's jaw. The trees stand bare, the leaves are gone, and the winds of winter have knocked the fall stragglers from the tips of branches. I walk the banks with Heath Harrington, a tall, youthful angler who has grown up on the Anchor. We get several thousand fish a year.