Anan Creek may not appear to have much in common with the Grand Banks of Canada or Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco. It’s location is remote, thirty miles south east of Wrangell, Alaska. Which is in turn, one hundred and fiftyfive miles south of Juneau.
The creek really isn’t on the way to anywhere. Which doesn’t seem to bother the fish. Specifically, pink salmon. They love it by the millions. It is one of the largest wild salmon runs left in North America.
As with the Grand Banks and Fisherman’s Wharf, fish are followed by the fish eaters. Only in this case relatively few of them are human.
Anan Creek is in Tongass National Park and is controlled by the Forest Service. At least on paper. On the ground, the fishing is regulated by several hundred bears. Most of them Black but Grizzlies are about. The air is controlled by eagles looking to grab a meal the bears have missed.
Tourists and cameramen can make it in but they travel with armed escorts and wary eyes. As it is a national park some camp sites are available on the island. But they are far from the creek and no place for the faint of heart.
Please join me now for a two minute visit to a fishing hole where the fishing is good and the fishermen are few. At least the human kind.