Mmmm, Halibut

When Jan was visiting Homer a number of years ago, she caught a 127 pound halibut--something that outweighed her by a significant margin. Since history repeats itself, as they say, we made a trip down the peninsula to give it a go. Eager for the next day's fishing, we stopped in The Salty Dawg for a drink. This traditional watering hole out on the Homer Spit had no problem living up to it's reputation.

We decided to break up into teams, with Jan and I taking on Ash and The Wife. All I've got to say on that point is that I'm glad Jan was on my team. That woman ran a clinic, catching the first and two largest fish of the trip. Here's Jan going after the first one:
As our guide, Peter, says, "it's a shooter." With all the rust on his little shotgun, I was a little surprised it could fire. This was the largest fish for our group, topping out at 92 pounds.
Despite the impressive size of her fish, Jan remained composed the entire time and barely showed any emotion.
Ash getting in on the action.
The Wife caught a few fish, and managed to keep me in line for most of the trip.
With Jan having already caught a 92 pounder, she was all wore out by the time she hooked her second fish. Worried she was going to lose grip on the rod, I became the designated hitter part way through.
This puppy weighed in at 68 pounds. With Jan catching the largest fish and hooking the second largest fish of the day, our team beat out the sisters with ease.
All in all, it was a very good day on the water. We all managed to limit out, and had a great time. Our typical fish was in the 35-40 pound range--a perfect eater--and, thanks to Jan's big fish, we had quite the haul.
Here's the whole lineup, with our fishing partners Kent and Kendall included.
When it was all said and done, we brought 184 pounds of halibut home. Good eats!