When the Spanish author Cervantes wrote the first great novel, Don Quixote, in 1605, Alaska indigenous people had not yet seen western contact, and were enmeshed with the cycles of this wilderness. The Russians would not arrive imperially in Alaska until the 1700’s and then despite the availability of salmon, they “sold” the place in 1867 when the trappers ran out of sea otters. What does all this mean, you may ask? In a word, fishing.
Don Quixote read of the medieval knights until he went mad, and then set out on his famous quest, romantically obsessed and unstoppable, furtively trying to joust his way to a higher chivalric consciousness; tilting at windmills, hallucinating all the way. This treatise on delusional obsession resulted in an original etymology of the word “quixotic”, or an endless struggle to achieve an imaginary goal, which is what I think of “fishing.” Once you start, you cannot stop. Quixotic.
And so, the months of summer here in Alaska have progressed from occasional idle casting to furious hours-long episodes of jigging, mooching, trolling, prawning, and crabbing. Success with crustaceans has led us to landing coho and pink salmon, rockfish and lingcod, and the mighty halibut hauled up from the depths. Now we know that the real utility of our freezer on board is not for chicken and ice cream. Oh no, it is for fish!
In the endless quest for fish, we have encountered competition from hungry bears at water falls, voracious sea lions taking our fish from the hook, and other like minded humans in close quarters. We have met our intellectual equals in the most elusive of salmon species, the sockeye, which neither bites lure nor bait, no matter how it is offered. So the real Alaskans just take it home with a dip net, which is an option not made available to us transients. Oh well. Food for thought, that.
Man, I love fishing.
Good times here on Laysan, and summer’s almost over with temperatures dipping into the 40’s at night. So we will be shutting down and winterizing the boat before heading out to visit children and relatives across the country awhile. A significant part of our luggage will be, you guessed it, fish.
All the best,
John