As the sun set over Puget Sound, Tom Molinas stood in a line of a half-dozen anglers spaced evenly along the beach at Lincoln Park in Seattle, casting and reeling in, their poles rising and falling in an uneven rhythm, everyone waiting for a bite.
Molinas had already had some luck. Two pink salmon flapped sporadically on a line in the lapping tide by his feet.
Molinas has been fishing these waters for three decades. He pulled out a photo protected in a Ziploc bag that shows him standing at Pier 52 downtown in a rain jacket and sunglasses smoking a cigarette and holding a line of half a dozen salmon. He was 22.