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

For many fishermen, fishing in Alaska means onetold that once they go over seventy five to eighty
thing....Halibut.I love Halibut.Especially steamed and grilled,pounds they are not quite good to eat.The fishing is by
with a tasty baked potato and an ice coldno means easy today, and we have to work to catch
beverage!As far as fishing for Halibut, well, that is aour fish. It seems we are always just missing the
different story, mainly because I had never doneoptimum tides and reaching our new fishing spots
it.Now, most people I had talked to that had venturedeither at full flood or completely void of current.Still, we
out to sea to catch Halibut, have likened theall catch some twenty pounders and add ling cod,
experience to reeling in a "barn door" from the oceanrockfish,dog shark, and some silvers to our Alaskan
floor, which doesn't exactly conjour up thoughts of epicsampler plate.The belt and the shotgun remain
battles with leaping Marlin. For me, I somehow had theunused.For those of you unfamiliar with Halibut fishing,
vision of wrestling with an oversized mattress up ayou are probably scratching your head wondering
narrow flight of stairs.A lot of colorful language and"what the heck does a shotgun have to do with
struggling.With their sizes ranging anywhere fromHalibut fishing?"Although, Halibut don't put up much of a
fifteen pound "chickens" to four hundred pound--orfight when first rousted from their couch potato
better-- behemoths, the "door" selection was moreexistence,when they are tossed into a boat things
varied than the homebuilding section at the Homechange.Suddenly, when brought aboard a boat after
Depot.Still, Greg and I were in Alaska, and to pass up abeing hoisted from the sea--usually by gaff-- the
Halibut trip out of the self-proclaimed Halibut capital ofHalibut begin to thrash and kick about, as if someone
the world- Homer-- would be like traveling to China andhas stole their Cheetoh bag, or the remote control has
not seeing the great wall.Our trip was booked well indropped to the floor.NOW, there is reason to fight!!With
advance, back in June, and was set up with Captainthe smaller fish it usually is not a problem, but after the
Scott.I know what your thinking, and NO he did notHalibut reaches about one hundred pounds, the
have a first mate named Spock,Kirk or Zulu!!When wethrashing and flopping has been known to break
arrived at the docks, I was somewhat disappointed tolegs,knock people down and wreak general havoc and
find that our thirty foot, twin dieseled cabin cruiser waschaos aboard a boat. Thus, the handy shotgun, usually
not named the ss Enterprise, and that the "Mako" wasa .410 or a .22 caliber rifle, is used to put an early end
the boats given name. This would certainly mess upto the thrashing.Preferably in the water.Of course,
my plans to spend the day asking for Captain Scott tothere have been some on board shootings that have
"give us more power Scotty".Probably just astaken place, which as a general rule have a tendancy
well.When it comes to ocean fishing-- size matters,to cause more damage to the boat then harm to the
and for my taste--smaller is better.I know, go figure, butHalibut.Things get pretty slow for awhile and it looks
if I have a choice between fishing on a cattle boat orlike it will be a pretty slim day. Captain Scott is getting a
something like the "Mako"--which basically holds sixlittle frustrated and tired of re-baiting and untangling
fishermen-- I'll take the smaller boat every time. Unlesscrossed lines and begins to look like a guy who is
of course we are heading hundreds of miles out tothinking of football plays. Finally, I hook and land a thirty
sea and harpooning Sperm whales, in which case givefive pound fish that at least puts a small bend in the
me the Queen Mary every time.It is early morning, andre-bar rod. Then after a few more small fish caught
Captain Scott arrives at the boat toteing variousby Greg, I hook into a fish that actually makes a small
boxes of herring for bait. If he'd brought crackers andrun and feels much bigger. I keep reeling and pulling up
some sour cream I might have sampled the baitas sweat begins to spew.Definite barn door.One of
myself just to get the day started right.We met ourthe gals asks if I need the "belt" and not knowing
other fellow fishermen, and women for the day. Awhether I have a tire or a big fish I say "not yet." I'm
couple from Ohio who have fished with Captain Scottgetting a little tired, but still the fish is making some
before, and some acquaintences of his fromprogress as he goes into door mode. We see the fish
Fairbanks. They have come to the coast to get out ofcoming to the surface and he is much bigger than all
the smoke and fires that are burning in the interior.the other fish we have been catching. Everybody gets
They have also fished with the good Captain before.pretty excited and the usual helpful instructions of
This is a good sign, since I always figure that "guides"easy now", "get him over here" , "don't lose 'em", and
from hell" don't get much repeat business!!It doesn't"maybe that mattress will fit if you stand it on end" are
take long before we are out of the harbor and on ourshouted about the boat.Thanks for the advice.Captain
way.The weather forecast is for a beautiful day and itScott tells me to hang on a second and he goes to
is starting out that way. Captain Scott pulls out hisfetch the shotgun--hmmm must be close to one
Homer Jackpot Halibut Derby ticket book and gets ushundred pounds. Either that, or he has taken a
all entered into the five month contest that gives outsupreme dislike to me.One shot and the fish is properly
some healthy cash prizes. He doesn't exactly threatenassassinated and ready to be gaffed and hoisted onto
to throw us overboard if we don't enter, but one doesthe boat.Whew.Turns out the fish is only seventy two
not want to upset the Captain so early.Especially whenpounds--but that is enough for me, I can't imagine what
he has a shotgun over in the corner.We travel abouta three hundred pound fish would feel like. I'm pretty
an hour out of Homer. The ride and scenery is ofsure if I hooked a fish that big it would probably out live
course spectacular. Captain Scott gives us someme, because halfway through the battle I would croak
history and geography lessons on the Kachemak bayand be tossed into the ocean to make room for the
area as well as talking about how the fishing has beenfish.I just can't imagine what a 450 pound fish--the
going, telling us how many years he has been fishingAlaskan state record-- would feel like, I'm just glad it
for Halibut and some other interesting Homeresque tidwasn't me that had to haul it in.Our day is quickly
bits.Things like: he is coaching his son in football, (whichcoming to an end, and Captain Scott starts talking
he says is the last thing he ever expected to beabout a quick trip to the "7-11" to pick up a few more
doing);how he moved here over twenty years agochickens. I look around and see nothing but water so I
from California, and talking about people and placesam a bit perplexed--but when he motors into a well
around Homer which brings a touch of personalizationknown area that is fully stocked with twenty pound
that makes you feel like he knows every citizen infish and cattle boats, I know what he means. We get
Alaska. This of course is a stark contrast to "Oscar"-there, drop our lines into the water, spend a quick five
the Silver fishing guide from hell- and helps to restoreor ten minutes in a fast fury catching four or five more
my faith in guides.At least so far.Halibut fishing in thesechickens, and it is time to head for the barn.We have
waters is all about tides and currents, and today isour meat.The ride back to Homer has us all basking in
supposed to be some of the most radical tides of thethe late afternoon sunshine, discussing -yet again- the
season.Figures!!Scott pulls out our rods, which basicallyart of tipping your fishing guide, and how best to
feel like pieces of re-bar, and have stout reels thattransport our bounty back to our homes.We offload at
have... like eight-thousand pound test on them with thinthe docks, and are told that the "buttwhackers" will be
rope for leaders.We're not fishing for Graylingby shortly to grab our fish and turn them into filet-o-fish.
anymore!!The first spot is a bust, and I begin to fearJust in case you are wondering, The Buttwhackers
the "good weather-bad fishing" jinx that so oftenare the fellas who "whack,stack and sack" your fish
happens in the fishing world.The next spot I hook whatso all you have to do is stand there and look like the
appears to be a small Halibut, but lose the smallgreat
"cabinet" door, somewhere between the bottom andfish slayer that you are, while the fishing Paparazzi
the surface. Losing my first fish is what happenedsnap off memories of your adventure.
while Silver fishing, so I get a little worried I might haveThe boys make it look easy as they "ginsu" their way
a tough day at sea. Not to worry though, because atthrough over three hundred pounds of fish in about the
our next stop a couple of us hook up and land sometime it takes me to clean a half dozen trout.Then it is
small twenty pound "chickens" that help us to get theoff to Coal Point Seafoods for flash freezing and
skunk off the boat.Captain Scott pulls out the "marlin"packing for the flight back home. While the fish are
belt now that he is feeling more confident that we arebeing packed we have no choice but to head to the
going to find fish. Just in case we hook into one oflegendary Salty Dawg Saloon, to toast our trip and
those three hundred pound derby fish.Halibut, are justread the thousands of "dollar bill" messages and
about one of the goofiest looking fish you will find.names that are tacked up on the walls. The "dawg",
Luckily,having a five year old daughter that plays withwas one of the first buildings built in Homer-back in
playdough all the time, makes it look fairly normal to1897- and has survived many changes, moves and
me. Now I realize she is one of the youngest Halibutdifferent owners to now serve as one of Homers
sculptors around, and the flattened "patty" like fish withmodern day landmarks.The fish packers at Coal Point
eyes both on one side makes perfect sense to me.have got it down to a science and our fish are cut,
You kind of get the feeling that these fish are like seapacked and frozen with enough dry ice to make it
dwelling couch potatoes, laying on the bottom of thehome.Yes, it is time to head home. Eleven different
ocean, not willing to get off their "butts" growing large intypes of fish, one hundred pounds of fillets, and a
one direction.( Kinda makes me wonder what futurelfetime of memories from only one weeks worth of
x-box players will "evolve" into??) It looks like if youfishing.A.J. KlottAuthor, writer of fishing humor, and "fly
glued two fish together on their flat sides, you mighttack" peddler. A.J. writes about the people, characters,
have a fish that looked somewhat whole andand modern day events that surround the fishing world.
normal.Nonetheless, they sure are tasty, although I amHis first book is due out in December of 2005.