 Marshall
Cultural Atlas
This collection of student work is from
Frank Keim's classes. He has wanted to share these works for others
to use as an example of Culturally-based curriculum and documentation. These
documents have been OCR-scanned. These are available
for educational use only.
An Exciting Day at Wilson
Creek
This summer I did a lot of things and
went on a lot of fishing trips. Some places I went were up to Wilson,
Willow and Kuik. This one fishing trip up to Wilson was an especially
exciting one.
It all started when David Andrew and
I decided to take a boat ride to Wilson Creek. That day was one of
those hot, boring, and not so sunny days. I was walking around town
wondering what to do that day. I was at the store, and after I bought
a can of pop I bumped into David and asked him if he wanted to go rod & reeling
up in Wilson, and he said, ya.
We got all our fishing gear ready and
then headed up towards Wilson. It took us 10 minutes to get to our
desired fishing area. Just before we got there we thought that there
would be people already up there fishing and it would be kind of
slow. But when we got around the bend there was no one there, so we
had the whole area to ourselves.
After we landed we got our rods ready
and decided to fish for whatever lurked in the shadowy waters below.
But our minds were set especially on the humpies. I told David that I
had caught a humpy the day before. After 20 minutes of no luck we
moved to the other side to try our luck there. Fifteen long minutes
passed and I figured it was time to change my lure. After I changed
my lure I thought to myself that this fresh hook should have a little
luck in it, and just as soon as I cast it out a fish was after it.
Once the fish was hooked it fought enough to kill the boredom. And
after a couple of minutes of tugging and pulling I finally got it to
the beach. I was hoping it was a humpy, but it turned out to be a
female chum. I was just about to throw it back into the creek when
the thought popped into my mind that this fish should have eggs
inside, and I knew whitefish loved salmon eggs. I asked David, "Do
you want to try for whitefish if there are eggs in this fish?" And he
said, "ya."
We looked around the boat for a knife
but realized that neither one of us had brought one. So I searched
the boat for a sharp instrument to use to cut open the fish and scoop
out the eggs. Finding a hacksaw blade, I thought it would have to do.
So I went to the beach and cut open the fish. The blade worked fairly
well. We took the eggs and left the fish for another animal's next
meal. I asked David if he had any "J" hooks. He had just one so I
made one out of the prongs of a small hook that was lieing around.
Then we moved to the other side of the creek again, but this time a
few feet up.
We prepared the hooks with the salmon
eggs and set them down in the water to nestle on the bottom. Just as
soon as we put the eggs in the water whitefish came around and
started picking the eggs off the hook. Once in awhile a fish would
get slightly hooked, and as soon as we tried to reel him in he would
come right off. So w& decided to reel in with caution the next
time to see if we had really caught anything. Most of the time though
the fish picked the hook totally clean of eggs, and this made us a
little mad. Sometimes we would see the line jiggle a little after we
put a fresh bunch of eggs on the hook. It was mostly the bigger
whitefish that would overpower the smaller ones and steal all the
eggs, although rarely the smaller ones would sneak in and gobble them
up.
After a half-hour of this, however, I
finally managed to hook one. I cautiously lifted my rod to see if the
hook was securely in place. Then I started reeling it in slowly until
I felt its tug and I reeled it in a little faster. I continued to
reel it in with caution towards the beach because I didn't want to
lose this one. The whitefish put up a good fight for only a 12
incher.
I plucked the hook out of its mouth
and put the fish in the boat then added a bunch of fresh eggs. David
seemed to be getting mad because the fish kept stealing all his eggs
and running off with them. But a few minutes later he caught one too,
and he also reeled it in with care because this was his first one of
the evening. His whitefish was about an inch and a half longer than
mine. We both wanted to catch the big one that kept running off with
our eggs though. A few times we managed to snag it but it always got
away. Fifteen minutes after David caught his I had hooked another
one, and again with caution I reeled it in to the beach. This time it
was bigger than the one David had caught.
Later in the evening we started
running low on salmon eggs, and as it grew darker it got harder and
harder to see the fish. We only saw their silouettes moving toward
the eggs, and our lines jiggled a little, but we never caught any
fish. Finally when the fish were virtually invisible to our naked
eyes and we were very low on salmon eggs we headed for home. I ended
up catching two whitefish and David caught one.
By: Fred Alstrom
Student
Stories
Other
Student Stories
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of Summers Past
Adios
Christmastime Tales
Stories real and imaginary about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 1996 |
Christmastime Tales II
Stories about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 1998 |
Christmastime Tales III
Stories about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 2000 |
| Summer Time Tails 1992 |
Summertime Tails II 1993 |
Summertime Tails III |
| Summertime Tails IV Fall, 1995 |
Summertime Tails V Fall, 1996 |
Summertime Tails VI Fall, 1997 |
| Summertime Tails VII Fall, 1999 |
Signs of the Times November 1996 |
Creative Stories From Creative Imaginations |
| Mustang Mind Manglers - Stories of the Far Out,
the Frightening and the Fantastic 1993 |
Yupik Gourmet - A Book of
Recipes |
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| M&M Monthly |
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| Happy Moose Hunting! September Edition 1997 |
Happy Easter! March/April 1998 |
Merry Christmas December Edition 1997 |
| Happy Valentine’s
Day! February Edition
1998 |
Happy Easter! March/April Edition 2000 |
Happy Thanksgiving Nov. Edition, 1997 |
| Happy Halloween October 1997 Edition |
Edible and Useful Plants of Scammon
Bay |
Edible Plants of Hooper Bay 1981 |
| The Flowers of Scammon Bay Alaska |
Poems of Hooper Bay |
Scammon Bay (Upward Bound Students) |
| Family Trees and the Buzzy Lord |
It takes a Village - A guide for parents May 1997 |
People in Our Community |
| Buildings and Personalities of
Marshall |
Marshall Village PROFILE |
Qigeckalleq Pellullermeng ‘A
Glimpse of the Past’ |
| Raven’s
Stories Spring 1995 |
Bird Stories from Scammon Bay |
The Sea Around Us |
| Ellamyua - The Great Weather - Stories about the
Weather Spring 1996 |
Moose Fire - Stories and Poems about Moose November,
1998 |
Bears Bees and Bald Eagles Winter 1992-1993 |
| Fish Fire and Water - Stories about fish, global warming
and the future November, 1997 |
Wolf Fire - Stories and Poems about Wolves |
Bear Fire - Stories and Poems about Bears Spring,
1992 |
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