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My Journey by rubber raft from Waianae to Samoa

Monday, December 14th, 2009

Have you ever noticed how we always reach farther than we should? It is the apple on the next branch, it is the next job in line, it is casting another ten feet.  We always want to reach just a tad bit farther than we can. In fact, Ms. Sommerville, my high school English teacher wrote in my senior album, “A man’s reach should always exceed his grasp.” 

In Hawaii, this played out for me in the form of a gut wrenching need to get a bit out from the shore to go fishing.  I had no hope of ever buying a boat to go fishing so I schemed about this that or the other thing.  I actually obtained about 4 huge truck inner tubes and tried to figure out how to put them together in a usable raft. (Eat your heart out Steve McQueen (Papillon)) No way.  Then, I got a nice little blow up boat.  Success was at hand!

I carried the boat over to the beach a scant 300 feet from my house.  I huffed and puffed and finally had it blown up.  I think the inside part was about three feet wide and the length was maybe eight feet.  I loaded all my stuff up and headed out into the little bay off my beach.  Wow, theory and practice.  I got out about three hundred feet from the shore and discovered this little blow up boat did not really tolerate any kind of movement.  As a matter of fact, when I sat in the middle, the ends folded up over my face and the back of my head.  When I moved to the back or the front, the balance of the boat would butterfly up from the unoccupied end and I felt like I was trying to “hang ten.” 

Realizing this was another failed theory, I decided to head for shore. Now, it got really, really fun.  It had been so easy to get out but reversing the process was not going quite so well.  The little paddle was fit more for a bathtub in my house than for God’s bathtub–the Pacific Ocean.  Then, the wind picked up and I hit the trade currents.  The harder and faster I paddled, the further away from Maili I seemed to be going.  Madly searching my tackle box, I discovered I had left my high blood pressure pills at home. 

After about fifteen minutes, I believe I was nearly a 1000 feet out from the shore.  Way more than I wanted to “reach.”

I was truly becoming afraid.  I just could not reverse my movement.  I began to search my mind for alternative options.  How about abandoning everything and swimming in?  How about trying to make for the eastern shore of the bay?  Swimming was not really viable as it was too far.  I felt the eastern shore, about a mile away, was just too far to make as I would pass the point of the Island and be out into the ocean.   I checked my tackle box and was further discouraged. No Samoan Dictionary!  Do Samoans speak English?  Would I make it to American Samoa and not French Polynesia?  Fear gripped my soul, but fortunately it also made me sit back, take a deep breath and open my eyes.  God gave me the clarity to see I was working against my mother–nature that is. 

I began to time my paddling with the action of the waves.  I found if I took advantage of the wave action, the wave would help push me against the outward currents towards the shore.  Gradually, I began to work my way back towards the shore.  About 30 minutes later, I shakily drug my almost useless rubber raft up the beach, let the air out and went home.

No Tuna, Papio, Ulua, Sharks, or even a rock fish.  But, I did not have to learn Samoan either! I did learn to wait on God, to watch my surroundings and work with nature rather than to fight against it. These are lessons that apply across so many aspects of life.  I have tried to apply these principals in my life and sometimes I do, other times, I am looking for that Samoan Dictionary.

 

PS.  If you ever want to read a great book about a sail boat trip from Oahu to French Polynesia, check out Nevil Shute’s “Trustee from a (or the) Toolroom.  It is a great book.  The journey described would have been much better had they taken along an Emmrod Gulf Master II and an Emmrod Kayak King to do their fishing along the way.  They did not have the Internet, but you do!  Check them out at www.whybuyemmrod.com, www.mycompactfishing.com, www.emmrodidaho.com

Why Don’t we make floating fish preserves?

Saturday, December 5th, 2009

As I have meandered through the world and through my life one of the great mysteries I have noticed is how much resiliance God has built into his creation.  Don’t weed your garden and in very short order, it is over run.  Don’t plant a field and in ten years it has 5 to 15 foot trees all over it and in 20 it is a forest.  Don’t fish an area and in a year or two it is full of fish.  Even an empty pond, if it has enough water, will end up with fish brought in by fish eating birds like herons and storks.  And Randy, don’t hunt Montana for a year and you will get a huge one later!

In some third world areas famous for slash and burn farming practices, a technique encouraged on the local citizenry is to create fields surrounded by a strip of trees.  In the case I read not too long ago, the trees provided habitat for birds and lizards the people ate. Without the trees, they lost a major food source.  With the trees in place, they kept habitat for other foods and seed trees to replenish the worn out soil with seeds and it seemed to me the remaining trees kept the soil from washing or blowing away thus they could farm longer.

I lived for a while on the Waianae Coast of Oahu, Hawaii.  It always bothered me to watch fishermen with fine mesh throw nets taking all the little fish along the shore.  Those are what fed the bigger fish which in turn fed even the bigger fish.  On my coast, there was not much good fishing.  Periodically, we caught things, but it was tougher.  Yet, when you went to Hanauma Bay, an ocean preserve on the other side of the island, there were billions of fish–at any rate there were a lot!  I wondered then what would happen if the coast was blocked off into mile long sections and every fourth or fifth mile was off limits for fishing for a mile out into the ocean for a year.  I bet the fishing would be better in all the open fishing quadrants! 

I do recall a day when God smiled on us.  My Dad and my kids and I were on the Makaha beach almost at the end of the road.  We noticed a commotion in the water which turned out to be whales and dolphin and tuna.  They jumped and cavorted in our site for about 20 minutes!  It was a huge gift!

So yesterday, I was reading about the trouble there is farming tuna.  Some like yellow fin tuna, others like blue fin tuna.  I like canned tuna and tuna fish sandwiches. Looks like the Aussies and the Japanese are getting it figured out, but, they still have a long way to go.   Also, those horrible oil rigs in the gulf seem to grow a lot of gunk on their legs.  The gunk in turn seems to support a lot of fish.  Putting those ideas together, I thought it would interesting to go out into the sea in areas out of normal traffic and creat some huge no fishing zones.  In those zones floating mile long rafts with ropes hanging down a hundred feet into the ocean could be installed to create habitat for the fish.  The rafts would be anchored to the ocean floor by some sort of bungee cord system which would permit the normal ravages of tides and storms to pass by leaving the eco system in place.  It seems to me some good protected areas would be great for the overall good of the environment, commercial fisheries and the sport. 

The two biggest questions are of course:  How do you fund construction and maintenance and how do you enforce the “no fishing within 1000 feet (or whatever is determined to be appropriate.)  I imagine it would be necessary to be withing the legal limits of a country with the capability to protect the project and demand the big ocean going fisheries of any number of countries stay well away.  Also, I imagine it could be done cooperatively with several universities and private ventures.  Short term licenses could pay to fish within a certain zone.  The thought is, the presence of a food chain of significance would creat a fish population over a much greater area than the several miles of the preserve.

I know this is a huge project, but then, I also think there should be a ten foot diameter pipeline from all the flooding points of the major rivers which moves excess flood water from flood zones to areas of chronic water shortages.  We have interstates with huge right of ways.  There are streams and rivers which could be filled to move the water inexpensively.  You get the idea, a grand scheme which I have no potential to implement–in either case.  Never-the-less, creative ways to enrich our world, environment and lives should be on all of our minds.  Who knows which ones will catch fire?

 

Speaking of creative ideas, Duane Markley’s uncle worked on a prototype fishing pole back in the early 30’s which involved a spring in the pole.  The design worked ok, but was not completely functional.  A bit over ten years ago, Duane saw the original idea and put his mind to work on it.  Low and behold, his uncle’s germ of an idea took root, grew and now, we have a whole class of exciting new emmrod fishing poles!  That is the power of an idea.  Take it and grow it!

To see Duane’s work, check it out at www.mycompactfishing.com, www.emmrodfishingfun, www.emmrodidaho.com, www.emmrodeasternwashington.com, www.emmrodfishing.info, www.whybuyemmrod.com, www.emmrodfunstore.com.