The tales of a non-working fisherman

Everyone up here works hard. Really hard. Howie gets up at 4 a.m. to meet clients at the dock at six then fish until five. In twelve more days he’ll have one off. Rafa does the same thing, only he doesn’t go to sleep until past midnight. Fresh off a basketball state championship in March,…

Thinking logically can make little sense

When a relationship is over, (even if before it really gets traction) there are specific reasons or logic cited in the closing arguments. Or at least there should be. Trying to articulate why things happen in fishing is far more complex. Last week a friend and I got into a lot of fish right off…

The right thing to write about

Yakutat, Alaska’s closest neighbor is a glacier the size of Rhode Island. Cars and trucks not used in the winter sprout like rusty flowers when spring frees them from the snow. I’ve been there twice, both times to play basketball. Once we slept in the gym, once on the floor of a math room with…

Winter warming wins

I’ve been in weather where the wind cuts through leather, fleece, skin, muscle and freezes you from the marrow out. It’s mean. But when it’s in the mid 30s and raining side-ways, that is true misery. Overnight the lack of sun turns asphalt to black ice trails that lead to frozen gravel driveways. When the sun…