My father has been away for a week now. He is out with the other men from my house. They go out every year and collect salmon. When they get home my mother and I take all the fish and we smoke the salmon so we can keep the fish until the next time they can go out again for the salmon run.
Our canoe was built many years ago by my grandfather. He spent a year carving it by hand after he had cut down the tree. I have always thought it was so beautiful. He put so much time into ensuring every line was purposeful. It cuts through the water like a knife and makes small waves through the water as they slowly paddle ahead.