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AE Capital City Weekly A couple weeks ago my dad and I were, as usual, nosing our 16 foot Boston Whaler up to a rocky shore in our quest for firewood logs. I jumped out with a 5/8-inch jerk-line with a quarter-inch chain and choker hook attached and dragged it to a spruce log my dad had had his eye on for some time, just waiting for the right tide to go after it. I hooked the chain around the end of the log that pointed toward the strait and then turned back to get into the skiff.

Alaska for Real: In the bush, gathering firewood is both a routine and a danger

The author's father, Gary Neilson, reeling in a log he's just jerked off the beach. Tara Neilson | For the Capital City Weekly
The author's father, Gary Neilson, reeling in a log he's just jerked off the beach. Tara Neilson | For the Capital City Weekly
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