Being Alaskan Native, fishing basically runs through my blood. I have been fishing as long as I can remember, my earliest memory being 3 years old fishing on the Talkeetna River and reeling in my first salmon on a pink Barbie fishing rod. On my 16th birthday, my grandpa got me my first fly rod, and gave me a reminder to always wear my wading belt. My dad would then set up hula-hoops in the back yard and help me with my aim in casting. It was a tough technique to learn, but once I caught my first fish on my fly rod (a tiny arctic grayling) I was hooked. I now spend my summers fishing as much as I can, exploring new waters and increasing my skills.