Alright, post #69. I better make it good. Here is a fishing report and question for my WFF friends. The question is: How would you recommend extracting the teeth from a Coho for a kid? If you would like to know why this question, then here is my report: Two weeks ago, I brought my son to school on Bainbridge Island. It was a special occasion and an opportunity to participate in the school's unique tradition of Monday Morning Sing when all the students, teachers and any parent who wants get together to start the week with a song. It tugs at my heart strings any time I am able to attend. Monday Morning Sing is some good juju. Bainbridge is the home of Sage rods, so I thought it would be fitting to cast for a salmon off the beach before catching a ferry back to Seattle. I drove to a spot on the north end of the island to see what I could see. At the bottom of the short trail from the muddy parking spot shaded by 100 foot evergreens, I found 2 fellows chucking herring into a ripping, low-tide current. I chatted up the two old timers. They had been fishing for several hours. Earlier they said there had been about 6 fishermen and a couple silvers caught. Fishermen on Bainbridge are a friendly, civil bunch. I bid them a good morning and walked down the rocky beach until there was some distance between us. I was away from the crowd, which is how I like to fish, ski and travel. I had packed our rods and zippy rc helicopter in the truck before leaving home with my son to catch the ferry from Seattle that early morning. I thought we might have time before Monday Morning Sing to catch a salmon. This was not to be. Instead, in order to stay on schedule, we went to the public dock in downtown Winslow. We call it Udo's dock because that's where this white-bearded German immigrant rents Kayaks to the tourists. Here is a secret about Udo's dock that may interest some of you. Udo's is a fishing honey spot for anyone with kids. The sides of the dock are lined with colorful tube worms and mussels in the usually clear water. Under the dock, large schools of voracious shiner perch make their home from about late June until mid-October. They are eager to bite any small hook with food on it. The bottom under Udo's dock abounds with crabs, sea stars, hungry sculpins and an occasional sea trout. I have heard of salmon and dog sharks being caught from the end of the dock. An hour on Udo's dock with a kid and a fishing rod or a hand line is time well spent. My son has caught hundreds of critters here. He will spend a whole day on that dock engrossed and immersed in this small-town experience. This morning, we contented ourselves with a half hour. Back on the beach, I prepared to cast. I did not bother changing my hook or leader. I'll just use this I thought. I did not expect to be fishing long. I watched the lure hit the water and let the flowing stream grab it. There was nothing more to do than to make a small mend and let it swing. The drift would be quick at this speed. I surrendered the rest to the laws of hydrodynamics, gravity and mother nature. Suddenly, on the first cast, I felt a tug. I knew right away it was not the bottom. Fish on! I saw the silver salmon leap out of the water almost instantly. No way! I wish I could tell you it was a giant fish and epic struggle for life, but my finned friend gave himself up without much of a fight. He was a beautiful, 5 pound, cookie- cutter Coho, and he made a fine meal. I cleaned the fish with a knife borrowed from one of the two neighboring anglers. They were very interested in what I had been using. I showed them and gave them the eggs from the hen. I said goodbye and disappeared back to my truck. I imagine they will remember that day on the beach almost as well as me. I was not there more than 10 minutes and I took one cast for one fish. I am sure my two new buddies stayed there a bit longer than they might have otherwise, determined to land their own. Now, back to the question. On way home, I stopped by my son's first grade class to show them the fish. They loved it and each requested a tooth from the salmon. I promised them to do my best. Now, I have a lower salmon jaw from which I am trying to extract the teeth, but the best manner to do so is not evident. Today I put it in a jar of bleach thinking this might disintegrate the flesh around the jaw. I'm not sure this will do the trick. Now, as I write these words, I think the answer is apparent. I should just boil it. I will post this report anyway - maybe you have a some thoughts or experience to share. I appreciate it.