After having such good eats all week long, we could barely fit Sven in; which wouldn't have been so bad if we didn't since seal seems to mess with Sven's gut too. 

I was very sad to leave. That's our farewell party. 

That's Sea Lion (actually eaten the night before). Its a bit tougher and tastes a bit more like the way a sea lion smells, which in my opinion is a bit gamey? Not bad at all though. I was suprised how lean both seal and sea lion are. Best eaten with spicy mustard. 

That there is a SEAL rib. Seal is quite lean, tender, subtle flavor, and actually goes down wonderfully. Overall a tasty treat, but it does have a strange waxy after taste/feeling that seems to last for hours (dare i say days.)

The Alutiiq dancers! 

Roland's spear thrower. He busted out this masterpiece within a few hours.... Meanwhile i've been working on this tiny little mask for days.

Tony helping butcher the deer meat. 

Mr. Big's first deer. (My first attempt at skinning a deer, but that's not me in the picture.) 

Mr. Big. A wise soul since birth. Perhaps Akhiok's next leader.

More sanding (notice how much nicer the kids' boxes look than mine. Must be in the genes.) 

Nearly finished. The kids buffing out the last little rough spots with sands paper. That's Christopher on the left and Jonathan on the right. 

Yum!!! Ptarmagin. 

Gettin' ready for eatin.

Sven got a Ptarmigan (Alaska's state bird.) We battered him a bit with flour, fried him up... and yum!

First time having Fresh King Crab. There's actually plenty of King Crab in Kodiak, but its all been processed in the cannery before sold. Processing involves cooking the crab in brine and freezing. Gotta say Fresh King Crab (like Fresh off the boat Salmon) is a whole different experienc. 

Gotta love FRESH King Crab.

And that was the small King Crab!!!

Two King Crabs, Five Tanners (snow crabs).

 

 

In order to pull up the crab pot, you need two boats. One to pull the rope, and the other to pull the rope across. 

Mitch and Tony at the bow of the boat. And if I thought the wind on the beach was like knives... On the open skiff its like chainsaws. 

Getting ready to set out for the crab pot. 

Starting to cut out the pattern for the slippers.