Fishing Alaska: Just for the Halibut...The Alaskan Sampler Plate... Part IV

For many fishermen, fishing in Alaska means oneI am told that once they go over seventy five to
thing....Halibut.I love Halibut.Especially steamed andeighty pounds they are not quite good to eat.The
grilled, with a tasty baked potato and an ice coldfishing is by no means easy today, and we have
beverage!As far as fishing for Halibut, well, that isto work to catch our fish. It seems we are
a different story, mainly because I had neveralways just missing the optimum tides and
done it.Now, most people I had talked to that hadreaching our new fishing spots either at full flood
ventured out to sea to catch Halibut, have likenedor completely void of current.Still, we all catch
the experience to reeling in a "barn door" fromsome twenty pounders and add ling cod,
the ocean floor, which doesn't exactly conjour uprockfish,dog shark, and some silvers to our
thoughts of epic battles with leaping Marlin. ForAlaskan sampler plate.The belt and the shotgun
me, I somehow had the vision of wrestling withremain unused.For those of you unfamiliar with
an oversized mattress up a narrow flight ofHalibut fishing, you are probably scratching your
stairs.A lot of colorful language and struggling.Withhead wondering "what the heck does a shotgun
their sizes ranging anywhere from fifteen poundhave to do with Halibut fishing?"Although, Halibut
"chickens" to four hundred pound--or better--don't put up much of a fight when first rousted
behemoths, the "door" selection was more variedfrom their couch potato existence,when they are
than the homebuilding section at the Hometossed into a boat things change.Suddenly, when
Depot.Still, Greg and I were in Alaska, and to passbrought aboard a boat after being hoisted from
up a Halibut trip out of the self-proclaimed Halibutthe sea--usually by gaff-- the Halibut begin to
capital of the world- Homer-- would be likethrash and kick about, as if someone has stole
traveling to China and not seeing the greattheir Cheetoh bag, or the remote control has
wall.Our trip was booked well in advance, back indropped to the floor.NOW, there is reason to
June, and was set up with Captain Scott.I knowfight!!With the smaller fish it usually is not a
what your thinking, and NO he did not have a firstproblem, but after the Halibut reaches about one
mate named Spock,Kirk or Zulu!!When we arrivedhundred pounds, the thrashing and flopping has
at the docks, I was somewhat disappointed tobeen known to break legs,knock people down and
find that our thirty foot, twin dieseled cabin cruiserwreak general havoc and chaos aboard a boat.
was not named the ss Enterprise, and that theThus, the handy shotgun, usually a .410 or a .22
"Mako" was the boats given name. This wouldcaliber rifle, is used to put an early end to the
certainly mess up my plans to spend the daythrashing.Preferably in the water.Of course, there
asking for Captain Scott to "give us more powerhave been some on board shootings that have
Scotty".Probably just as well.When it comes totaken place, which as a general rule have a
ocean fishing-- size matters, and for mytendancy to cause more damage to the boat
taste--smaller is better.I know, go figure, but if Ithen harm to the Halibut.Things get pretty slow
have a choice between fishing on a cattle boat orfor awhile and it looks like it will be a pretty slim
something like the "Mako"--which basically holds sixday. Captain Scott is getting a little frustrated and
fishermen-- I'll take the smaller boat every time.tired of re-baiting and untangling crossed lines and
Unless of course we are heading hundreds ofbegins to look like a guy who is thinking of football
miles out to sea and harpooning Sperm whales, inplays. Finally, I hook and land a thirty five pound
which case give me the Queen Mary everyfish that at least puts a small bend in the re-bar
time.It is early morning, and Captain Scott arrivesrod. Then after a few more small fish caught by
at the boat toteing various boxes of herring forGreg, I hook into a fish that actually makes a
bait. If he'd brought crackers and some soursmall run and feels much bigger. I keep reeling and
cream I might have sampled the bait myself justpulling up as sweat begins to spew.Definite barn
to get the day started right.We met our otherdoor.One of the gals asks if I need the "belt" and
fellow fishermen, and women for the day. Anot knowing whether I have a tire or a big fish I
couple from Ohio who have fished with Captainsay "not yet." I'm getting a little tired, but still the
Scott before, and some acquaintences of hisfish is making some progress as he goes into
from Fairbanks. They have come to the coast todoor mode. We see the fish coming to the
get out of the smoke and fires that are burning insurface and he is much bigger than all the other
the interior. They have also fished with the goodfish we have been catching. Everybody gets
Captain before. This is a good sign, since I alwayspretty excited and the usual helpful instructions of
figure that "guides from hell" don't get much"easy now", "get him over here" , "don't lose 'em",
repeat business!!It doesn't take long before weand "maybe that mattress will fit if you stand it
are out of the harbor and on our way.Theon end" are shouted about the boat.Thanks for
weather forecast is for a beautiful day and it isthe advice.Captain Scott tells me to hang on a
starting out that way. Captain Scott pulls out hissecond and he goes to fetch the shotgun--hmmm
Homer Jackpot Halibut Derby ticket book andmust be close to one hundred pounds. Either that,
gets us all entered into the five month contestor he has taken a supreme dislike to me.One shot
that gives out some healthy cash prizes. Heand the fish is properly assassinated and ready to
doesn't exactly threaten to throw us overboard ifbe gaffed and hoisted onto the boat.Whew.Turns
we don't enter, but one does not want to upsetout the fish is only seventy two pounds--but that
the Captain so early.Especially when he has ais enough for me, I can't imagine what a three
shotgun over in the corner.We travel about anhundred pound fish would feel like. I'm pretty sure
hour out of Homer. The ride and scenery is ofif I hooked a fish that big it would probably out
course spectacular. Captain Scott gives us somelive me, because halfway through the battle I
history and geography lessons on the Kachemakwould croak and be tossed into the ocean to
bay area as well as talking about how the fishingmake room for the fish.I just can't imagine what
has been going, telling us how many years he hasa 450 pound fish--the Alaskan state record--
been fishing for Halibut and some other interestingwould feel like, I'm just glad it wasn't me that had
Homeresque tid bits.Things like: he is coaching histo haul it in.Our day is quickly coming to an end,
son in football, (which he says is the last thing heand Captain Scott starts talking about a quick trip
ever expected to be doing);how he moved hereto the "7-11" to pick up a few more chickens. I
over twenty years ago from California, andlook around and see nothing but water so I am a
talking about people and places around Homerbit perplexed--but when he motors into a well
which brings a touch of personalization that makesknown area that is fully stocked with twenty
you feel like he knows every citizen in Alaska.pound fish and cattle boats, I know what he
This of course is a stark contrast to "Oscar"- themeans. We get there, drop our lines into the
Silver fishing guide from hell- and helps to restorewater, spend a quick five or ten minutes in a fast
my faith in guides.At least so far.Halibut fishing infury catching four or five more chickens, and it is
these waters is all about tides and currents, andtime to head for the barn.We have our meat.The
today is supposed to be some of the mostride back to Homer has us all basking in the late
radical tides of the season.Figures!!Scott pulls outafternoon sunshine, discussing -yet again- the art
our rods, which basically feel like pieces of re-bar,of tipping your fishing guide, and how best to
and have stout reels that have... liketransport our bounty back to our homes.We
eight-thousand pound test on them with thin ropeoffload at the docks, and are told that the
for leaders.We're not fishing for Grayling"buttwhackers" will be by shortly to grab our fish
anymore!!The first spot is a bust, and I begin toand turn them into filet-o-fish. Just in case you are
fear the "good weather-bad fishing" jinx that sowondering, The Buttwhackers are the fellas who
often happens in the fishing world.The next spot I"whack,stack and sack" your fish so all you have
hook what appears to be a small Halibut, but loseto do is stand there and look like the great
the small "cabinet" door, somewhere between thefish slayer that you are, while the fishing
bottom and the surface. Losing my first fish isPaparazzi snap off memories of your adventure.
what happened while Silver fishing, so I get a littleThe boys make it look easy as they "ginsu" their
worried I might have a tough day at sea. Not toway through over three hundred pounds of fish in
worry though, because at our next stop a coupleabout the time it takes me to clean a half dozen
of us hook up and land some small twenty poundtrout.Then it is off to Coal Point Seafoods for
"chickens" that help us to get the skunk off theflash freezing and packing for the flight back
boat.Captain Scott pulls out the "marlin" belt nowhome. While the fish are being packed we have
that he is feeling more confident that we areno choice but to head to the legendary Salty
going to find fish. Just in case we hook into oneDawg Saloon, to toast our trip and read the
of those three hundred pound derby fish.Halibut,thousands of "dollar bill" messages and names that
are just about one of the goofiest looking fishare tacked up on the walls. The "dawg", was one
you will find. Luckily,having a five year oldof the first buildings built in Homer-back in 1897-
daughter that plays with playdough all the time,and has survived many changes, moves and
makes it look fairly normal to me. Now I realizedifferent owners to now serve as one of Homers
she is one of the youngest Halibut sculptorsmodern day landmarks.The fish packers at Coal
around, and the flattened "patty" like fish withPoint have got it down to a science and our fish
eyes both on one side makes perfect sense toare cut, packed and frozen with enough dry ice
me. You kind of get the feeling that these fishto make it home.Yes, it is time to head home.
are like sea dwelling couch potatoes, laying on theEleven different types of fish, one hundred
bottom of the ocean, not willing to get off theirpounds of fillets, and a lfetime of memories from
"butts" growing large in one direction.( Kindaonly one weeks worth of fishing.A.J. KlottAuthor,
makes me wonder what future x-box players willwriter of fishing humor, and "fly tack" peddler. A.J.
"evolve" into??) It looks like if you glued two fishwrites about the people, characters, and modern
together on their flat sides, you might have a fishday events that surround the fishing world. His
that looked somewhat whole andfirst book is due out in December of 2005.
normal.Nonetheless, they sure are tasty, although