About a month ago, the various species of salmon began making their way back to their home waters to spawn. I’ve been hearing that the numbers of returning fish have been high record this year, so that is good. However, I’ve also heard that too many of one species crowds out the lesser amounts of another, so that is bad. It’s all about balance, which is pretty much the way of the earth, so let’s hope it all evens out.
At any rate, this last month BH and buddies have been traveling to Port Alberni on the weekends to catch Sockeye Salmon. This consists of leaving home mid-morning, putting in on the Alberni Inlet, fishing until nearly dark and then mooring. Sleeping in the boat then commences and since our boat *DOES NOT* have a cabin, nor is it overly large, this is an open air and very much cramped affair which does not lend itself particularly well to a restful sleep. Especially if the otters run up and down the dock all night, as they are apt to do.
After a rather short night which only feels like a million years long, the fishermen rise at Zero Dark Buffalo (4:00 a.m.) to be back out to the “hot areas” in good time. Fishing once again commences and continues until the day’s limit is met. They then return home with their bounty and nearly empty bellies (or at least mine does), because my dear fishermen only ever takes pepperoni sticks and/or a bag of chips.
A sound and balanced diet, to be sure.
Oddly enough, this is not my idea of fun (nor the BDs) and so we have not yet been out to see or catch the ocean salmon with our beloved fisherfather/husband. Besides the fact of the insane lengthy time commitment involved, I’m not overly keen on trolling with 60 other boats nearby. I have my mariner’s-whatever-it-is license, but I fear that if I were captain (which would inevitably happen as BH ditches the helm to reel in whatever monster was on the end of his line), I would just turn the whole experience into something akin to a bumper boat ride. That would be negative number on a scale of one to ten as I can already envision some mean Coast Guard yanking my mariner’s-whatever-it-is license out of my hand and chastising me. That would hurt my feelings to no end, I’m sure.
So, no ocean salmon for the girls in our house (except to eat, of course!). We have been catching river salmon, though and it’s been great fun.
BDs have even mastered the art of wading into the river to retrieve their snagged hooks, which isn’t always the most pleasant thing to do. Besides the obvious (getting wet), many, many fish are caught at the Campbell River each day and because people clean their fish riverside, they leave the entrails and heads for the bears/birds. If those haven’t yet been eaten, one is literally wading amongst fish body parts (at least in the shallow parts). It has a certain eeeew factor, to be sure.
BDs are brave and tough though, and so they don’t mind (too much). And did I mention that each of them can even clean their own catch?!