Friday, July 10, 2015
This is the day after this post was written. Again, internet problems prevent prompt posting. Sigh. We are in for about an hour waiting for the tide to drop. We have moved into around-the-clock fishing, probably. The Naknek River and the Kvichak River have both clawed their way to their minimum escapement goals, though with remarkably little harvesting by the fishing fleet in the process. Today's tide might change that. We were pretty busy for the first pass through the nets, then it dropped off markedly, then surprisingly, it picked back up just after the tide turned. We'll go out to finish up just past midnight. We've arrived at the place in the season where, if it's 10 o'clock, we can't be sure if it's AM or PM because of our goofy sleeping schedule. That's the arrival of fish part. A Mifi (a wifi device that is also a router that can accept up to 10 devices connected to it) from GCI (a telecommunications company out of Alaska) arrived two days ago and we are trying it out. So far, so good. Not completely reliable, not blazingly fast, but whereas we sort of gave up trying to do anything requiring more than a few minutes of access with the old system, with this new system, we expect to be able to connect sometime that day, maybe even the first time we try. That's such an improvement we're pretty satisfied. The vehicle apocalypse. Oh my. We have three hefty 4 WD pickup trucks, each with a different function (and with different weaknesses). The oldest is The Red Truck, a Chevy from 1976. I think I brought that up in 1995. It is a hearty 3/4 ton beach truck. It's had the front end rebuilt, the brakes reinstalled, the exhaust replaced - starting from engine itself, the door re-hung, the fuel line repaired, and the bed is just about rusted out. But that's the truck that I know will be able to dig its way through the sticky mud and get us where we need to go. The White/Canopy Truck is a 1990 3/4 ton Ford that Allen Tibbetts brought over from Anchorage in 2008 (I think), along with the New Boat on his then-tender, the Sally N. It's more of a gentleman's truck. I expected to remove the canopy as soon as it got here, but we never did. It's convenient. The crew and various things that need to remain dry can ride in the back in relative comfort. The rust isn't too bad yet, it doesn't make much noise - I think the heater and the radio even work. And we have The Crane Truck, a 1986 1 ton Ford with dualies (a double set of tires in the back) and a hydraulic crane. I bought it from a propane company in Seattle in 2007 eo enable us to offload our own fish should we get in a jam like we found ourselves in in 2006. This truck has required some work, especially the process of converting it back to gas after the propane company had converted it to propane. David is quite an expert in using the crane and he has been using it to offload brailers of salmon for our ambitious home pack goals and our modest iced fish goals. When challenged for having more than one market - and AGS is definitely the market that has my loyalty - I realized that it is in our best interests and the best interests of our little industry here to encourage the right little guy processors. AGS, with its size and accompanying somewhat cumbersome bureaucracy, couldn't continue to try to work out how to pay setnetters for iced fish. I don't think we are the only ones to realize that overall, setnet fish are the highest quality, yet we are paid consistently and systematically less for them than are the drifters that have RSW (refrigerated sea water) systems or ice slush bags. The little guy processors have the flexibility to think about what quality actually is, recognizing that the standard of 39 degrees might be appropriate and reasonable for held fish, but it is the wrong way to think about fresh fish. The challenges to quality are different for held and fresh fish. So we have started selling a small amount of our catch to Copper River Seafoods and together, we are figuring out how to improve the quality even beyond our already high level. On the day of the vehicle apocalypse, as David tried to position The Red Truck to take delivery of fish from The Crane Truck, he shouted out to us that he couldn't get the key to turn. I thought it was just the steering lock, but that wasn't it. Roger went in to see if he could shake it loose - no luck. So he used the White truck to pull it out of harm's way (meaning up above where we expect the next tide to rise). I tried to find a way to get it towed off the beach - none of our trucks are really up to the task of towing another for that distance through the sticky mud and over the rocks. The folks at Pen Auto said they could fix the ignition, but we would need to get it off the beach, at least. They were ready to meet us at the end of the beach access road. But we didn't have a way to get it that far. We called AGS, our fish buyer to see if they could pull it with one of their big deuce-and-a-halfs and they said it would be possible. Meanwhile, at my request, Jeff looked online to see if he could learn how to hotwire it. At about the same time, we got a call from the shop saying that the mechanic (Kirk) was waiting at the end of the beach access road with all his tools to try to fix it. I asked if I could run up there in one of our trucks and bring him and his tools back so he could do the work on the beach. Yes, that would work. So I went to The White Truck. It started right up. I put it into gear and... nothing happened! I tried 4 high, 4 low, 2 high... nothing happened. Roger, help!!! Two trucks, out of commission. Meanwhile, Jeff was able to hotwire The Red Truck (and only after that did I realize that we didn't have a way to turn it off - whoops!), so David and I drove it up to the beach access road. When AGS called to make plans about towing the Red Truck, I explained about hotwiring it but asked if they could come anyway to tow The White Truck, which they did. (Thank you, thank you, thank you). Kirk was able to repair the ignition on The Red Truck so that is functioning again. AGS towed The White Truck at the end of a chain, with Roger steering and braking about 6 miles to the shop. Roger used the term "harrowing," when describing how the brakes had ceased functioning because they had become so hot with the use, yet he had to stop anyway. Somehow. I followed that procession into town and waited for them to get back to AGS so Roger and I could return to the cabins on a four-wheeler. We were able to nap for a couple of hours before heading out for the tide. As we were gearing up, I got a call from Harry saying that all the boats out there were loading up and we were going to have fish. That is today's report. I don't know if I'll be able to upload photos. If anyone is interested, here is the dropbox link to where they are being stored. They are not completely up to date, the crew's contributions especially. But they do give an idea. Let me know if this works. https://www.dropbox.com/l/EOO82RDkeyKGTOIs4PQhlp (Post script: good news! The problem with The White Truck was that the transmission fluid was waaaay too low due to a leak Roger discovered and maybe others he hadn't yet noticed. Embarrassingly, when we thought we checked the level of the transmission fluid, we were actually checking the level of the power steering fluid (we have to label those things better!) However, the embarrassment is nothing next to the relief of not having to replace the transmission. Whew!)
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
We are having grave problems with internet access. It looks like a window of connectivity. I hope. Here is the post from yesterday. I'll try to follow with more from today. Yesterday: We fished from 8:30 to 4:30 today - well, not quite that late because we ran out of water... or more accurately, the water ran out from under us. We got a little more than 500 lbs today, but most importantly, (a) everyone did great and the new crew members are learning how to fish and (b) we all learned a little bit about using ice and what the processor needs from us to increase our quality (which is already darned high - we just want to get paid for it). I'm happy to report that the processor is being reasonable. They recognize that because we deliver our fish early and often - sometimes within minutes of catching them - they can't expect the fish to get to the low temperature required of the drifters. What's the difference? Drift fishermen go out for the opening and spend as much of it as they possibly can fishing. It makes no sense for them to deliver their catch in the middle of a fishing period because (a) they have the capacity to hold their entire tide's catch and (b) they would have to stop fishing to make a delivery. So the fish they catch at 8:30 am when the period opens are on the bottom of a pile of fish until they deliver them at 5 or so. They hold their fish for hours, plenty of time for the fish, if they are floating in refrigerated sea water (RSW) or in bags of slush ice to reach 39 degrees. In fact, that is the standard required to convince the buyer that those fish have been on ice since they were caught, and not just hastily put in ice as they were coming up to the tender. So 39 degrees is the standard for the drift fleet and it is achievable, except for their freshest fish - those caught at the end of the fishing period, (probably the highest quality fish they are delivering even though they haven't had time to chill). We fish set nets. Our nets are anchored to the beach, no more than a quarter mile from the shore. Today, we set at 8:30 on the dot and then spent some time getting our "ice barge" floating and out to our quad. Then we all iced up, shoveling ice into the waterproof slush bags, putting the brailers on top of the ice inside the slush bag, and then pouring in 8 buckets of water - about 30 gallons. We picked the fish into those bags so they were immediately on ice. We kept adding ice when the ratio of ice to water seemed to be getting low. When we put the fish into the brailer, I think they had a substantially easier landing, and when they came out, they were much colder than they would have been otherwise. However, when the buyer is there, we prefer to deliver at least three times during an opening - right after our first pass through the nets, then in mid ebb as the tide is going out but before it is so far out that we can't deliver from the skiff. (The issue here is that the processor's giant forklift - brand name Gehl - that picks up our brailer bags of fish can drive out over the sand and to but not into the mud or it will be buried to its very high axles. Meanwhile, our boat can come in wherever there is water, but we have to stay floating so we can go back out to continue fishing and at the end of the tide, to get the nets out of the water. We want to deliver often because we don't have the capacity to hold fish like the drifter's do - our boats can safely carry only 3000-6000 lbs at a time, so we need to unload so we can go back out to get some more. Even if our boats are not full, we never want to go dry with even a partial boatload of salmon a quarter mile of sticky mud away from the market. And there is no penalty to us to delivering during the period because our nets continue to fish even if we aren't with them, a luxury the drifters don't have. This gives the buyer very fresh fish from their set netters. Today, some of the fish we delivered were still alive because they were in that slush ice, swimming around. But those fish will not be 39 degrees. They haven't had time to get that cold. So we are working with the buyer to figure out a fair indicator that will assure the buyer that we are treating the salmon well. So far, we've agreed that if we use ice and enough water to float the salmon, we will get the iced price. That seems reasonable and fair to me. It's a bit of a pain to use the ice and the slush bags, but between the price boost and the knowledge that our salmon are even higher quality, it seems worth it. We'll see how feasible it is as the season heats up. We've been noticing that the Bathtub sure seems to have a lot of water in it when we get back out to it. First, we tried to believe that the plug was faulty. Still a lot of water. Hmmm. Today, we noticed a little geyser toward the stern, next to an air pocket. That might be the problem. So we pushed the Bathtub in so that Roger could get to it with his welder. We realized that we didn't have any pictures of his prodigious welding. And we missed a great photo opportunity during the tide today when he welded the brailer hooks needed on the New Kid while the New Kid was bucking around in the tide. That's Roger's Welding Rodeo. To make up for lost opportunities, I went down as the photo journalist on the Bathtub welding project. Roger took the boom truck to the edge of the sand, the aforementioned Gehl limit where it met the Bathtub, but that crack was dirty and seeping. He tried to wire-brush it and blow on compressed air, but still, it seeped. Finally, we decided to cut a hole in the "air" pocket and disturbed the habitat of a new species of sea monkey, draining it away. To facilitate this, David used the crane on the boom truck to lift and tilt the skiff. If I can find a way to a better Internet connection, I will post the photos, as well as other photos provided by other crew members. In case I can't get another connection, I want to mention that tomorrow, June 30, is a hard day around here. We were here when we got the news that day three years ago that Alex, David's brother, my younger son, was killed in an accident jumping in the waves of a tropical island. He was 20 years old. He was full of joy, exercising his remarkable ability to jump when he jumped up into a wave that had built up too much, robbing water from the already shallow coral reef he was jumping from. The wave got control of him and broke on the unyielding reef with him in it, killing him. It wasn't anyone's fault, not even his, even though he had been a reckless young fellow. I have found this year that approaching this day, I sometimes find it hard to get a breath, even though I believe that my sadness does not honor him. He believed in feeling all his feelings - good, bad, and ugly. But under all his struggles was joy - joy and the dogged determination that a person can learn nowhere better than setnetting through our commanding mud. Joy, integrity, compassion, courage, excellence, and self acceptance were his signature values and practices. Practicing those are what I think honor him... and anyway, it's hard to argue with them as states or practices. So I try, but June 30 (now, today) is harder than most. As I have every year, I will light a candle for Alex in the morning as we go out to fish and I'll leave it burning all day. I love the idea of other people doing this for him, too, so if you are so moved, please do. Sometimes I do better at accepting his death than other times, and I hope to get better at it in the future, but I never want to stop missing him.