Spent 12.0 hours in _____ today. You could push me over with feather right now. I got about 20 minutes of consciousness left in me.
Over one hundred boats. I estimate I saw at least 2,000 rockfish. Gophers, black and yellows, browns primarily. But quite a few of these guys too:
Just in case you guys wondered why our season gets shut down early every year. You can blame the type of fishermen who don't bother reading the rule book. I mean, no matter what your opinion is on the abundance of this species there really isn't an excuse anymore. There are charts and books and all kinds of identification aides. Seriously. These particular fish look exactly like the pic in the reg book. Don't they? White lateral like, orange color? Most of them even had the salient black spot on the dorsal (indicating, unfortunately that they were not fully mature).
Hard not to feel for the culprits. I mean, they weren't rich guys (and they sure as hell won't be anytime soon)... but still... still... 20 canaries?????
I dunno. I'm wiped out. 111 boats. There was a point today at which I began to hallucinate. I think I may be hallucinating right now. Fish everywhere. I close my eyes and they dance across the vistas of my inner consciousness. To quote Faulkner: "My mother is a fish."
What that means we have no idea.
I'm going to pass out on the floor!
From the nerve center of Pacific fishdom this is Lombard Of The Intertidal... signing out!