they sure don't call it the halibut fishing capital of the world for nothin'. those north american waters are full of fish - so full, you can basically see fish jumping out of the water.
homer is a misty town, filled with locals and tourist fisherman/women galore. almost every second store is some sort of seafood shop, and even the lady working the supermarket can tell you the tricks of the trade (that is, how to actually catch fish, seeing none of us had really done so before). we caught a lot. some freaky looking - like the one whose eyes shift from the sides of their body to the top (as we were told by a local), and some regular looking. whichever way they looked, they were each tasty as hell. there really is nothing like cooking your own caught fish over the campfire. until your up to the fourth fish, then your starting to push it.
