When I remember my father,
Lester O. Albertson, I can remember him going fishing. Apparently his
father, O. J. Albertson, also liked to go fishing and this photo
shows both of them with their fish. This was probably in the 1940s.
Back
in 2013 I wrote some of my childhood memories, using the alphabet for
topics. One of the topics for F was fishing. Here I will quote a
portion of what I wrote then.
I
mostly associate fishing with my Dad. He really liked to fish. During
the winter when he did not have farm work to be done in the fields he
went about twice a week to the Alsea River, about 40 miles away, to
fish for steelhead. Usually he went with someone else, so they could
visit and tell stories while waiting for the fish to bite. They had a
certain place they usually went where the man who lived there let
them use his boat to cross the river and fish from the other side.
When their fishing was done, they would bring it back across. I think
that usually Daddy would take his own outboard motor to use so they
didn't have to row. I liked it when he caught a steelhead, because
they were very good to eat. Over the years I ate quite a lot of fish.
In
the summer during our annual trip to the coast at Newport my Dad
would drive up to Depoe Bay and take one of the charter deep-sea
fishing trips in the ocean for salmon. It was very exciting when he
would catch one.
During
the spring my Dad would go with one or more of his friends and "run
the river." They would usually take my Dad's boat with his
outboard motor and fish on the Willamette River. Often they would
start at Harrisburg and finish at Peoria. One of the wives would
drive them to Harrisburg where they could launch the boat and then
later in the day meet them at Peoria where they could take the boat
back out of the water and load it on the trailer and take it home.
They were fishing for trout in the river and usually caught at least
one.
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