Monthly Archives: May 2011

Reading back over my log, I remembered what a mischievous creature the Sea Wolf could be. Sort of like a horse who will throw you if he senses you aren’t paying attention…the Sea Wolf could bite you on the ass. … Continue reading →

The Bay is the kind of place where you really need friends. Your productivity, your peace of mind and your safety often depends on them. It is also the kind of place where you learn who your real friends are. … Continue reading →

I reckon that from the very beginning…since human beings first went down to the sea in ships to earn their livelihood on great waters …. They engaged in ritual and carried talismans to ensure safe passage and a bountiful harvest. … Continue reading →

My log for May 31, 1979 reads…”Woke at 5am with the wind coming brisk out of the N.N.E down by Nichols Hills. Pulled the gear (8 kings) and fought the wind back to Clark’s Point to avoid being blown out … Continue reading →

First off you should understand that Bristol Bay is not a bay…It is a +10,000 square mile, right arm of the Bering Sea. It was so named by the great seaman and navigator Captain Cook, who hailed from Bristol, England. … Continue reading →

I have been working on the gear in the net locker. It is a welcome relief from the grinding, welding and general stinking cacaphony of the machine shop. Working on the nets is more like a quiet meditation. With a … Continue reading →

By now, gentle reader, you may have concluded that only men fish the Bay. Untrue! In point of fact a handful of exceptional women work as both skippers and deckhands. As I was walking back to the boat harbor I … Continue reading →

Before heading north I spent one last, sweet weekend in Deadwood with The Woman I Love. To lighten the mood and amuse her I began reciting the names of various boats I had encountered in the Bay. The list included….Ratso, … Continue reading →

Rolf and I were hanging out in the cabin of the Questar …resting from our labors after a long day in the boat yard….The subject of grizzly bears came up, as it often does in Alaska. They are named Ursus … Continue reading →

Rolf and I were lounging around the cabin of the Questar last night…drinking Kona coffee sent to me by the Woman I Love….and talking story. We got on the subject of fishermen and their endless superstitions. For instance…you never bring … Continue reading →