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

For many fishermen, fishing in Alaska means oneam 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 to
beverage!As far as fishing for Halibut, well, that is awork to catch our fish. It seems we are always just
different story, mainly because I had never donemissing the optimum tides and reaching our new
it.Now, most people I had talked to that hadfishing spots either at full flood or completely void of
ventured out to sea to catch Halibut, have likenedcurrent.Still, we all catch some twenty pounders and
the experience to reeling in a "barn door" from theadd ling cod, rockfish,dog shark, and some silvers to
ocean floor, which doesn't exactly conjour upour Alaskan sampler plate.The belt and the shotgun
thoughts of epic battles with leaping Marlin. For me, Iremain unused.For those of you unfamiliar with Halibut
somehow had the vision of wrestling with anfishing, you are probably scratching your head
oversized mattress up a narrow flight of stairs.A lotwondering "what the heck does a shotgun have to
of colorful language and struggling.With their sizesdo with Halibut fishing?"Although, Halibut don't put up
ranging anywhere from fifteen pound "chickens" tomuch of a fight when first rousted from their couch
four hundred pound--or better-- behemoths, thepotato existence,when they are tossed into a boat
"door" selection was more varied than thethings change.Suddenly, when brought aboard a boat
homebuilding section at the Home Depot.Still, Gregafter being hoisted from the sea--usually by gaff--
and I were in Alaska, and to pass up a Halibut tripthe Halibut begin to thrash and kick about, as if
out of the self-proclaimed Halibut capital of the world-someone has stole their Cheetoh bag, or the remote
Homer-- would be like traveling to China and notcontrol has dropped to the floor.NOW, there is
seeing the great wall.Our trip was booked well inreason to fight!!With the smaller fish it usually is not a
advance, back in June, and was set up with Captainproblem, but after the Halibut reaches about one
Scott.I know what your thinking, and NO he did nothundred pounds, the thrashing and flopping has been
have a first mate named Spock,Kirk or Zulu!!Whenknown to break legs,knock people down and wreak
we arrived at the docks, I was somewhatgeneral havoc and chaos aboard a boat. Thus, the
disappointed to find that our thirty foot, twin dieseledhandy shotgun, usually a .410 or a .22 caliber rifle, is
cabin cruiser was not named the ss Enterprise, andused to put an early end to the thrashing.Preferably
that the "Mako" was the boats given name. Thisin the water.Of course, there have been some on
would certainly mess up my plans to spend the dayboard shootings that have taken place, which as a
asking for Captain Scott to "give us more powergeneral rule have a tendancy to cause more damage
Scotty".Probably just as well.When it comes to oceanto the boat then harm to the Halibut.Things get
fishing-- size matters, and for my taste--smaller ispretty slow for awhile and it looks like it will be a
better.I know, go figure, but if I have a choicepretty slim day. Captain Scott is getting a little
between fishing on a cattle boat or something likefrustrated and tired of re-baiting and untangling
the "Mako"--which basically holds six fishermen-- I'llcrossed lines and begins to look like a guy who is
take the smaller boat every time. Unless of coursethinking of football plays. Finally, I hook and land a
we are heading hundreds of miles out to sea andthirty five pound fish that at least puts a small bend
harpooning Sperm whales, in which case give me thein the re-bar rod. Then after a few more small fish
Queen Mary every time.It is early morning, andcaught by Greg, I hook into a fish that actually
Captain Scott arrives at the boat toteing variousmakes a small run and feels much bigger. I keep
boxes of herring for bait. If he'd brought crackersreeling and pulling up as sweat begins to
and some sour cream I might have sampled the baitspew.Definite barn door.One of the gals asks if I
myself just to get the day started right.We met ourneed the "belt" and not knowing whether I have a
other fellow fishermen, and women for the day. Atire or a big fish I say "not yet." I'm getting a little
couple from Ohio who have fished with Captaintired, but still the fish is making some progress as he
Scott before, and some acquaintences of his fromgoes into door mode. We see the fish coming to the
Fairbanks. They have come to the coast to get outsurface and he is much bigger than all the other fish
of the smoke and fires that are burning in the interior.we have been catching. Everybody gets pretty
They have also fished with the good Captain before.excited and the usual helpful instructions of "easy
This is a good sign, since I always figure that "guidesnow", "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"
take long before we are out of the harbor and onare shouted about the boat.Thanks for the
our way.The weather forecast is for a beautiful dayadvice.Captain Scott tells me to hang on a second
and it is starting out that way. Captain Scott pulls outand he goes to fetch the shotgun--hmmm must be
his Homer Jackpot Halibut Derby ticket book andclose to one hundred pounds. Either that, or he has
gets us all entered into the five month contest thattaken a supreme dislike to me.One shot and the fish
gives out some healthy cash prizes. He doesn'tis properly assassinated and ready to be gaffed and
exactly threaten to throw us overboard if we don'thoisted onto the boat.Whew.Turns out the fish is
enter, but one does not want to upset the Captainonly seventy two pounds--but that is enough for me,
so early.Especially when he has a shotgun over in theI can't imagine what a three hundred pound fish
corner.We travel about an hour out of Homer. Thewould feel like. I'm pretty sure if I hooked a fish that
ride and scenery is of course spectacular. Captainbig it would probably out live me, because halfway
Scott gives us some history and geography lessonsthrough the battle I would croak and be tossed into
on the Kachemak bay area as well as talking aboutthe ocean to make room for the fish.I just can't
how the fishing has been going, telling us how manyimagine what a 450 pound fish--the Alaskan state
years he has been fishing for Halibut and some otherrecord-- would feel like, I'm just glad it wasn't me
interesting Homeresque tid bits.Things like: he isthat had to haul it in.Our day is quickly coming to an
coaching his son in football, (which he says is the lastend, and Captain Scott starts talking about a quick
thing he ever expected to be doing);how he movedtrip to the "7-11" to pick up a few more chickens. I
here over twenty years ago from California, andlook around and see nothing but water so I am a bit
talking about people and places around Homer whichperplexed--but when he motors into a well known
brings a touch of personalization that makes you feelarea that is fully stocked with twenty pound fish and
like he knows every citizen in Alaska. This of coursecattle boats, I know what he means. We get there,
is a stark contrast to "Oscar"- the Silver fishing guidedrop our lines into the water, spend a quick five or
from hell- and helps to restore my faith in guides.Atten minutes in a fast fury catching four or five more
least so far.Halibut fishing in these waters is all aboutchickens, and it is time to head for the barn.We have
tides and currents, and today is supposed to beour meat.The ride back to Homer has us all basking in
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
have... like eight-thousand pound test on them withat the docks, and are told that the "buttwhackers"
thin rope for leaders.We're not fishing for Graylingwill be by shortly to grab our fish and turn them into
anymore!!The first spot is a bust, and I begin to fearfilet-o-fish. Just in case you are wondering, The
the "good weather-bad fishing" jinx that so oftenButtwhackers are the fellas who "whack,stack and
happens in the fishing world.The next spot I hooksack" your fish so all you have to do is stand there
what appears to be a small Halibut, but lose the smalland look like the great
"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 mightThe boys make it look easy as they "ginsu" their
have a tough day at sea. Not to worry though,way through over three hundred pounds of fish in
because at our next stop a couple of us hook upabout the time it takes me to clean a half dozen
and land some small twenty pound "chickens" thattrout.Then it is off to Coal Point Seafoods for flash
help us to get the skunk off the boat.Captain Scottfreezing and packing for the flight back home. While
pulls out the "marlin" belt now that he is feeling morethe fish are being packed we have no choice but to
confident that we are going to find fish. Just in casehead to the legendary Salty Dawg Saloon, to toast
we hook into one of those three hundred poundour trip and read the thousands of "dollar bill"
derby fish.Halibut, are just about one of the goofiestmessages and names that are tacked up on the
looking fish you will find. Luckily,having a five year oldwalls. The "dawg", was one of the first buildings built
daughter that plays with playdough all the time,in Homer-back in 1897- and has survived many
makes it look fairly normal to me. Now I realize she ischanges, moves and different owners to now serve
one of the youngest Halibut sculptors around, andas one of Homers modern day landmarks.The fish
the flattened "patty" like fish with eyes both on onepackers at Coal Point have got it down to a science
side makes perfect sense to me. You kind of getand our fish are cut, packed and frozen with enough
the feeling that these fish are like sea dwelling couchdry ice to make it home.Yes, it is time to head home.
potatoes, laying on the bottom of the ocean, notEleven different types of fish, one hundred pounds
willing to get off their "butts" growing large in oneof fillets, and a lfetime of memories from only one
direction.( Kinda makes me wonder what futureweeks worth of fishing.A.J. KlottAuthor, writer of
x-box players will "evolve" into??) It looks like if youfishing humor, and "fly tack" peddler. A.J. writes about
glued two fish together on their flat sides, you mightthe people, characters, and modern day events that
have a fish that looked somewhat whole andsurround the fishing world. His first book is due out in
normal.Nonetheless, they sure are tasty, although IDecember of 2005.