Thursday, July 14, 2005

Gonna get me some creamed herring

This is my first blog put together hastily before I head out for my annual herring fishing trip in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. I love herring. Fishin' 'em, eatin' 'em, creamin' and picklin' em.

We fish the great St. Mary's River that connects Lake Superior with Lake Huron. The best time to catch them is when they are following the Mayfly hatch up the river from Huron. There is a community of hundreds of anglers and seagulls. The seagulls and the herring and whitefish crave the Mayfles; the anglers crave the delicate-fleshed fish.

I have been fishing herring for 20-odd years and have written about the sport for Michigan outdoors magazines. If you want to introduce a kid (or an adult) to fishing, herring fishing is a great way to instill the hunger. A magnificent fighter on light tackle in a beautiful natural setting.

Sun shining, your boat bobbing gently on the waves, numerous water birds wafting overhead takes all your cares away. Of course industry is ever present. You fish in the wakes of tugboats pushing barges and 1000-foot ore carriers.

Why do I fish? Da Yoopers, a UP comedy band sings it best.

WE’RE GOING FISHING WE JUST CAN’T WAIT
WE LOVE THE SMELL OF STINKY BAIT
LEAKY BOATS, WADERS TOO, A COOLER FULL OF ICE COLD BREW
REEL ‘EM IN, WATCH ‘EM FLOP, I LOVE TO FISH I JUST CAN’T STOP
WHEN THIS FISHING TRIP IS THROUGH
I’LL BET I HAVE MORE FISH THAN YOU
I’LL BET I HAVE MORE FISH THAN YOU

MY LINE IS TANGLED AND MY FEET ARE WET
GOT A HOOK IN MY EAR AND A HOLE IN MY NET
THE BOAT STARTS SINKING AND I LOSE AN OAR
ROWING IN A CIRCLE TRYING TO MAKE IT TO SHORE
STANDING IN THE WATER UP TO MY CHIN
WITH A TANGLED LINE AND A STUPID GRIN
I FEEL SO SAD WHEN THE FISHING TRIP ENDS
I JUST CAN’T WAIT TO GO FISHING AGAIN

Try it sometime. You'll know you're alive. I'll post a fishing report when I get back.

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