The biggest truism in fishing is that one must go where the fish are. They won’t come to you. In…
When you go fishing you gotta dress the part. And when it’s the brutal monotony of commercial fishing, double that.…
The fish we were going for were pink salmon, the mainstay of the canned salmon industry. We caught ‘em by…
There is a rhythm to seine fishing, with three steps repeated over and over, in a near endless cycle meant to…
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My girlfriend returned to the Three Sisters later that afternoon, having abandoned her quest to return to Cordova. No one said…
The skipper and I arrived back in Valdez by midday, with the seine net in tow. Now came the (in)delicate…
Because I was dating his sister-in-law, because the Three Sisters took her name from, well, the three sisters in his…
We had the boat. We had the crew. We had groceries. We were shipshape. Even the engine was starting to purr,…
Research, research, research. That’s my mantra. And if you want to write about what it’s like to be a commerical…