The Herring Are Here
Decipher the following poem to find out where:
Kirk is known to throw a net
In wind, in rain, he does not fret
Near the frothing seaward shore
Catching herring by the score
And when clupeids spawn in muck
Indeed he shows more skill than luck
Death he deals pallasi then
So much more than other men.
Several of the more hardcore types have pointed out that I am holding my fishing rod like a novice (or maybe more like a monkey--afterall it is the Monkeyface News), in the "Down At The Fishing Hole" movie featured yesterday. To which I would like to offer this explanation: I reel lefty. In everything else in this world I am right handed. But I learned to crank a reel with my left hand (this happens to lots of spin fishers). It doesn't bother me so much when I am using a spinning reel, but when dealing with bait
casters I go nuts. Call me a social deviant if you must, but to comfortably operate a bait caster in the up position, I am forced to use a "lefty" rig. When the Hon. Rev. Wupass bequeathed his Ocean City 1600 reel to me (see pic. above) I was deeply moved. I also realized it was going to force me to look like a chump if I ever used it in public... which, (several of you were more than willing to point out), it evidently does. Lest anyone think after perusing this blog that I am in some way an imposter or a neophyte posing as a seasoned fish-head, I just thought I'd put this paragraph here. Oh and by the way...
I've never spearfished actually.
I've never dropped a purse sein.
I've never hauled a long line in.
I've never "offloaded" anything.
But I think its safe to say I've fished.
Logged my hours.
Often with absolutely no hope of success.
Bait that's been in the freezer too long.
Surrounded by idiots.
Lost 4 rigs on a submerged shopping cart.
Don't even want the fish I'm going for.
Misspent two hours catching the fucking worms in some terrible mudflats...
So happy right now.
Who cares about all this other stuff...
The herring ran today!
The herring ran today!
And I have 50 pounds in my freezer to prove it.
Fishing In Drains, Part Two
Anyway... here's the missing footage from yesterday, shot by a passing pedestrian, named Tara (my camera batteries ran out and in desperation I accosted the poor girl and got her to come over to the drain and shoot this bizarre footage with her i-phone). Okay... I will post details of the herring spawn tomorrow or the next day. I don't want to start a mad rush. Great god it was the biggest spawn I've seen. The shore anglers took about 500 pounds of fish. Sturgeon coming into the shallows. Yikes. We could see them churning about, sucking up the eggs. Unreal. (Believe me I tried for one of those "dinosaur catfish" but they were not interested... gee I wonder why?)
Anyway here's the latest Monkeyface Production:
From high above those milty waters of San Francisco Bay, where the great Pacific herring spawn is occuring right now... this is Lombard Of The Intertidal, signing out. Good night.