Over 65...
@Epimethean: very. If that pod of fish had hit the river, we'd be in serious danger of overescapement. But we're going to not fish too much more than our regular periods until the ADF&G feels secure with the number of salmon that have gone up the river. We're a very regulated industry, unlike the 1950s.
The old man (my father) has now openly stated that it was double the best day he's ever had.
Yesterday... 20,000 fish went up the Kenai, and 10,000 up the Kasilof. Today 50,000 fish went up the Kenai. If they had opened us again today... the same thing would have happened as yesterday.
This is the fruit of a properly regulated industry that aims for 'maximum sustainable yield'. The widespread belief is that sitewide we made over 100K yesterday. You better bet I believe it.
It's not all sunshine and rainbows though... the processors dropped the price to $1.50 per pound on the morning of the day (just for the day) due to the number of people saying that the number of jumping fish was of 'biblical proportions' (among other strong statements). I actually really like that they dropped the price for that day, since our usual quality of fish dropped significantly when we lost ice, lost totes, couldn't pick all of the slackies. At least nothing was sunbaked.
Although the tote fork fell on me and cut a chunk out of me (damaging my ability to pull), I jumped out into a boat with only my life jacket and gloves on for gear and pulled like a maniac and drove similarly before I decided 'fuck it' and proceeded to pull despite my injury. I'd really wanted to go out with the boats and pick all day (and would have!), but when moving your right shoulder a few inches causes some rather aggravating pain: I thought I'd only slow them down. Cool then that my adrenaline rush got 2 boats out of the water on time
Really wanted to go help my brother pull his last net, but the motor driver at the time didn't think it really mattered anymore. Scarily, the ADF&G helicopter circled around while that net was still in the water... but it didn't land and give us a ticket, so thank the people that follow the spirit of the law and not the letter
@Epimethean: very. If that pod of fish had hit the river, we'd be in serious danger of overescapement. But we're going to not fish too much more than our regular periods until the ADF&G feels secure with the number of salmon that have gone up the river. We're a very regulated industry, unlike the 1950s.
The old man (my father) has now openly stated that it was double the best day he's ever had.
Yesterday... 20,000 fish went up the Kenai, and 10,000 up the Kasilof. Today 50,000 fish went up the Kenai. If they had opened us again today... the same thing would have happened as yesterday.
This is the fruit of a properly regulated industry that aims for 'maximum sustainable yield'. The widespread belief is that sitewide we made over 100K yesterday. You better bet I believe it.
It's not all sunshine and rainbows though... the processors dropped the price to $1.50 per pound on the morning of the day (just for the day) due to the number of people saying that the number of jumping fish was of 'biblical proportions' (among other strong statements). I actually really like that they dropped the price for that day, since our usual quality of fish dropped significantly when we lost ice, lost totes, couldn't pick all of the slackies. At least nothing was sunbaked.
Although the tote fork fell on me and cut a chunk out of me (damaging my ability to pull), I jumped out into a boat with only my life jacket and gloves on for gear and pulled like a maniac and drove similarly before I decided 'fuck it' and proceeded to pull despite my injury. I'd really wanted to go out with the boats and pick all day (and would have!), but when moving your right shoulder a few inches causes some rather aggravating pain: I thought I'd only slow them down. Cool then that my adrenaline rush got 2 boats out of the water on time
Really wanted to go help my brother pull his last net, but the motor driver at the time didn't think it really mattered anymore. Scarily, the ADF&G helicopter circled around while that net was still in the water... but it didn't land and give us a ticket, so thank the people that follow the spirit of the law and not the letter
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
