HOUR AFTER HOUR, ENOOYA sat by the lakeside without a single tug on her line. When hunger got the best of her, she muttered, “Forget this. I’m not going one more day sharing a tiny spec of trout with the whole family. There are plenty of fish in the sea.”
Trudging through the early spring snow, Enooya traced a path to the ocean. She stepped over the cracks until she was out just far enough to get her hooks into some massive Arctic char. They were down there somewhere, and Enooya had her heart set on iqaluk for dinner. Oh, she could see that silver skin, that pinky-red flesh. She could nearly taste it on her lips.
With no company but the blowing snow, she dunked her hooks into a c***k in the ice. “Hey, all you great big fish out there,” she said to the ocean. “This is a once in a lifeti
