If you are here for the video, that's fine... just scroll down and check out: Fishing With Kirk. If, however, you want some background on what you're about to watch, read below.
Several Points I'd Like To Make:
1. I am done fishing in drains (for the time being).
2. Though Ken Jones (the captain of the mightiest fishing website on earth) points out that my use of the Ocean City 1600 may be a gimmick, I have become completely addicted to it. What a great reel! And so aesthetically appealing! (I should also point out that we here at the MFN whole heartedly embrace the idea of gimmickry).
3. There is no bag limit on Pacific herring. I know it seems like I depleted the ocean, but I have Danes to feed in April, crabs, sturgeon and halibut to catch (whenever the surf dies down) and The Boer Kayak Mafia (BKM) is making kippers in Sharky's smoker... in addition, the MFN will waste no part of the herring: from its skins we will fashion our canoes and kayaks, from it's scales we will hone our hand made wampum, from the guts we will make the twangy strings for our mouth bows and monochords. In short: I will find ample use for all of it. In fact, most of it is already gone.
4. Despite the Spanish moniker, "Champion de la Banana," hails from the sunny Aegean. That's what a Greek man gets for having a lot of latino friends. Who is this loud, boisterous lunatic, yelling at me while he films? He's what my grandmother would have called: "a real character." This was high praise in my family of Broadway performers and ex-vaudeville stars. And I mean it as such. Despite his gruff exterior "the Champion" is what we New Yorkers refer to as a mensch.
Like "Bobo" Newsome, the former pitcher for the Washington Senators, and a "real character" if ever there was one, "the Champion" is one of those guys who got named for the thing he calls everybody else. In Bobo's case: "Bobo." In the Champion's case: "Champion" or "Champion de la Banana."
It would be remiss of me to fail to mention Bobo's most famous quote... after making a career of being traded back and forth across the major leagues (I think he has the record for this), he said: "I've done more terms in Washington than FDR."
If you haven't heard it before, Fishing Blues, (the song playing throughout the movie) is brought to you by Henry Thomas. Thomas was born in Texas in the 1870s. In addition to producing some of the loveliest music I've ever encountered, take note of the fact that he is playing pan pipes or "quills" (to use the American folk parlance), while also strumming the guitar (kind of like the Andean guys do now). The sound is definitely of a different era. There are not a whole lot of other recordings of this style of 19th century pre-blues music. I include it here not because of its novelty, but because the tone is, quite simply, perfect. And no matter how many times I've heard Taj Mahal or Lovin Spoonful do it, nothing, in my book, matches this version.
So Without Further Adieu:
In my never ending effort to become the Jean Luc Godard of fishing, I offer the following documentary of another gloriously misspent day... hopefully you'll all dig it. Oh yeah, BTW... don't miss the last half.