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I was watching in the lake when Pete caught a feisty sockeye salmon the other day. A few hours later I ate a small piece of it. A beautiful photo below, but not for ridiculously squeamish vegetarians.

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That color, wow. I’m sure the photo can’t do justice. This is when Pete was filleting it back at camp.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen anything die before, or felt complicit in a creature’s death. To witness its last struggle and then hold its limp body awed by the beauty of gleaming scales – it was a very solemn sort of thrill.