Posts Tagged ‘Pacific Ocean Fishing’

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.

High Times in the Sulu Sea c. 1964?

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

At this point in my life, I am having a hard time recalling exactly when I took this trip.  It would have been in 1962 or 1964.  So, I was about 12 or about 14.  My parents were missionaries in the Philippines.  We lived in the second largest Island, Mindanao.  Even then, the seeds of lawlessness which pervade that part of the country were there, never-the-less, it was somewhat of a fairyland in my mind.  I loved it!   One summer, I took a trip to Balut Island with Ken Marriott to visit the island where he worked as a translator.  While the drive took almost 13 hours, it was only a bit over 100 miles.  The highway was a wide gravel road where you drove in the middle except when passing.  At one point, the road was out for some reason.  We had to do a detour over a jungle mountain.  There might have been some sort of dirt road, but, I clearly recall the bus going in the mud up to its hubs.  The fact they got it out of the mud, going uphill, and got it over the mountain is a testament to the “Indomintable” spirit of the Philippinos.

We finally arrived in Cotabato City late in the evening and made arrangements to catch an outrigger canoe to go to Balut Island.  I am not sure how far out that was, but, the total trip was estimated at five to six hours.  We were leaving about 10 or 11 pm.  The canoe was about 25 feet long, two and a half to three feet wide and about 2 feet deep.  There was a bamboo cross piece about 1/3 of the way back and about 2/3 of the way back.  At the ends of the bamboo and about 10 feet or a bit more out on each side there was an outrigger made from a couple pieces of bamboo.  As most of the readers here are fishermen and women, I know you are seeing cane poles in your mind.  There are lots of kinds of bamboo.  Virtually 80 percent of several of the houses I lived in was made from about three or four kinds of bamboos.  In this case, the bamboo was about 5 to 6 inches thick and probably 30 feet long before being trimmed down for the outriggers.  About midway in the boat, there was a diesel inboard engine.  Sorry motorheads, I have no more information on that subject beyond it turned a propellor somewhere that made the outrigger canoe go.  The helmsman sat in the back and steered with a rudder.  

 

Well, we finally pushed off the sandy beach and headed out onto the flat, moonlit sea.  Soon, the combination of diesel fumes, the monotonous rocking of the boat and the steady hum of the engine lulled us all to sleep–likely including the helsman.  BANG! With a shuddering crash, we came to a halt.  As the moon had gone down and the sky was pitch black, a lantern was lit and we discovered we had ploughed through the outrigger of another canoe and our bow was nestled neatly on the side of their canoe.  Needless to say, There were four very unhappy Philippino men blaming each other for the accident.  Truth was, no one had lights on their boats and it was pitch black out.  After about 15 minutes, they parties resolved their differences and pushed apart.  Their outrigger was broken, ours had been knocked loose with the ratan lashingings broken.   So, I climed out on the far outrigger and one of the Philippino’s climed out and retied the broken lashings.  We continued on our way arriving at Balut Island as the sun was rising.  The end to a perfect night!

Here are the PS’s! 

#1.  The guys in the boat we hit had the hugest red snapper like fish I had ever seen.  Must have weighed 50 pounds or so. 

#2.  Looking at the map, we may actually have gone to General Santos vice Cotabato.  In my mind, it was Cotabato City, but looking at the map, because Balut island is just off the point of Mindanao, that makes more sense to me.

#3. Otherwise, this is all a true story, not just a fish tale.  For those, you need to get an Emmrod fishing system appropriate to your needs, head out into the wild, catch a few fish and send me an email with your fish stories!

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Why Buy an Emmrod Fishing System?

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

I’m not telling you to throw away your other fishing poles but, you just might!
 
How many kinds of hammers are there?  Carpenter, Jeweler, at least 3 kinds of ball pien, rubber, Claw,  club, sledge, joiner’s mallet, and so on.  Is any one better than the other or more or less of a hammer than the other?  No, each is a tool designed for its special functions.  We can say the same for pliers, irons, golf clubs, cars, trucks and fishing poles.  That leads us to Emmrod!
 
There are as many fishing poles as you can imagine, in fact there are about half a dozen different basic Emmrod fishing poles! With mixing and matching parts, you can create an even larger pool of choices! So, what makes Emmrod Special?
 
DURABILITY!        This pole just does not break!  The Rod part of the pole is Made in USA Stainless Steel.  Other parts are made in around the world and assembled in Spokane Washington by a Family owned and operated business. Great care is given to make sure each pole meets the highest standards. The company has been in business building these poles almost a decade and has actively listened to their customers and made changes to continually improve the Emmrod Fishing System.  We back up Emmrod with a great guarantee!
 
COMPACTABILITY!        One of the biggest problems with fishing is the hassle of getting from your house to your boat or river bank to fish.  With each additional person that problem increases.  How many times have you broken your rod slamming it in the door, driving over it, or stepping on it?  How many times has your wife had an additional ear piercing from your favorite hook on a pole squeezed between you as you drive?  With Emmrod, you can literally put an entire family’s fishing gear in a small backpack!  No hassle in dis-assembly or reassembly.   Ladies, if your husband does not support you in your fishing hobby, keep in mind, the Packer easily fits in a midsized purse.  You can tell him “Honey, I am off to the mall” and he will never know you went fishing!

 
PACKABILITY!        We talk about less clutter and space.  That is so important for the hunter, backpacker, Extreme Fisher, survivalist or airplane pilot or crew member who wants a surival pack or anyone who wants to be able to have a lot of capability but does not have room or weight allowances to permit taking a lot of equipment.  The Packer breaks down to about 12 inches of space and just a few ounces of weight! Other models breakdown into different sizes but all are very compact.

 

ADAPTABILITY!       How many times have you cursed the fact you have to drag three or four different poles to your favorite fishing area to accommodate the different types of fishing you are going to do?  With Emmrod, you may still want to take some different poles, fly fishing pole, bait casting reel pole and spinning pole for example, but, they all fit into a much smaller bag and you can buy several different rod tips to vary your fishing pleasure.  
 
CASTABILITY!        The Packer is a 2 foot pole with the action of a 6 to ten foot rod.  The spring assist in the stainless steel rod and the minimal number of eyes, usually just one, so reduces friction on the line that you can match or exceed the casting capability of much longer rods. You can cast over head or from the side and in places where there just is no room to handle a long pole.

 
SHOOTABILITY!       What?  We are not hunting!   True!    But, when we fish, often we find ourselves in a place where standard casting is just not going to workEven underhand casting may be difficult.  In these cases, you can grab the end of your pole, bend it back, aim and let her fly.  This will work easily up to and sometimes farther than 50-60 feet! Obviously, how heavy the weight is and how much you practice are factors.

 

 HOOKABILITY!  I know, just like most of my “Bility” words, this is not a word either, but you understood it!   In virtually any use, the spring in the rod helps set the hook, but, in trolling,  ice fishing or any use where the pole is not held in your hand, we see this magnifiedThe fish bites and pulls the rod, the spring pulls back and Mr. Fin is on the line! 

 

DECLUTTERABILITY!  I mentioned this in the compatibility paragraph, but, just think how much happier the non-fishing spouse is going to be when all of the gear shrinks down to a drawer or bucket or two instead of taking up the entire garage ceiling or wall space. Be it the garage, the car or the boat, being able to pack a family’s worth of fishing gear in a small spaceis going to make everyone happier. No tripping, no breaking, no huge packinging or unpacking hassles. Less time getting ready, more time fishing!
 
FUNABILITY!  Everything about the Emmrod is designed to give you more time fishing and better luck fishing.  The less time in take down or set up or packing, the more time fishing.  The more accurately you place your bait, the more you catch.  The more durable your fishing system, the less you spend.  Add it all together, more time fishing at less expensereally equals a lot more fun.  After-all, fun is what fishing is all about!

 

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The Nine Dollar Sting Ray

Tuesday, November 24th, 2009

Back in late 1975, I was stationed at Ft. Bragg, North Carolina.  This was a pretty good assignment for a regular military job.  I was lucky and spent most of my 26 years with Uncle Samuel in off the wall jobs out of the mainstream of routine military life.  I did not really enjoy the 5 am Physical Torture (PT) sessions and spending 12 hours a day doing a job that could be done in much less time.  Never-the-less, for a regular military job, it was pretty good with a number of out of the ordinary jobs to keep it fun.  One of these was a three month trip to Panama.  This was before President Carter did the unthinkable and gave up the Canal Zone.  So many stories to tell about such a short period of time.

There was Rock Hunting because of the candy store nature of rocks in this area.  Agates, amethyst crystals, quartz crystals, petrified wood, petrified coral.  The list is really endless.  As a rock hound, I was in heaven!  Also my good friend PSLW and his family were there so that was good.  He and I were in the same unit in Vietnam, then Thailand so it was great to reunite.  The work was really fun and interesting too.  But, the FISHING!!!  We were on the Pacific side of the Ismuths which means we were on the side with great fish.  I fished off the shore and caught some nice fish.  Considering I did not know what I was doing that was great.  I also broke a tip on a borrowed rod.  Very embarrassing.  (You can save yourself some embarrassment by getting an Emmrod fishing system where you are just not going to break the rod tips!  Check them out at www.MyCompactFishing.com )

The crowning joy of the trip was a weekend fishing excursion.  First day was a total bust.  I probably chummed a good part of the journey by giving up what I had eaten the previous couple days.  The fish did not like it either.  But, that night, we hove to at some island getaway.  We had a collective bet.  Whoever caught the biggest fish won all the bucks in the pot.  Frankly the fishing was pretty crummy but about 1030 pm, I got a big strong hit.  For about an hour, I fought this monster fish without having any idea what it was.  Finally, I pulled it into the boat.  It was a beautiful sting ray!  No wonder it was so hard to pull in.  All that wing work!

I called the guy who held the pot.  He grumbled something about it not really being a fish.  It should not count.  Moan, moan moan, grumble, grumble, grumble.  But, finally, he paid me the pot.  With joy I counted it out. NINE BUCKS!  Retirement was near!

Well, 34 years later I still remember that experience with joy.  My only regret was not just letting the ray go.  It was a lot of fun but we had no use for it.  So, that is the moral of the story.  If you ain’t gonna eat it, your buddy ain’t gonna eat it and the poor family down the street ain’t gonna eat it, let it go.

PS.  The next day, we hit a school of “Whahoo.”  For about 2 hours we drove around in circles until we were sated with bringing in these big barracuda like fish.   I think we caught about 20 or so.  These guys were delicious!  Great nice round steaks of white meat that hardly had any fish smell at all. How fun!

If you ever get offered a Central American fishing trip, take it!