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Doing that allows me to look at both sides, see who I agree with most and go from there. Much like religion. You have yours, I have mine. Politics has become the new religion. The evolution of my politics has been an interesting personal journey. When I began voting, I looked at each of the presidential candidates with questions like these in mind:. Yes, a beautifully shot and scripted 2-minute film on what jerks men have been over the years. Men suck. They need to change. Their time is up!

They used to promise guys a close shave. To be clear, all the negatives depicted in the commercial are sadly true. Highly successful achievers at the top of their careers, crashing down because their victimizing ways were finally revealed. On the surface, a good thing to do, right? Or, during a strategy session at their ad agency, there was a conversation something like this:. Does anyone have an idea? Our world is on a fast-track of increasing available content. Read this. Very few companies do things from the goodness of their hearts.

Its done to move the meter, to get you to remember them or create an emotional attachment. At our house, our news-viewing time has plummeted because if we really want to know who murdered who, we can find that online any time of the day. All this to say, before you allow a piece of video to make you feel something, consider the source and the motivation behind creating it. Right is right and wrong is wrong, whether they make a video about it or not. Is Gillette really spending all that money to produce a commercial and then buy all that commercial time with the hope of changing men and the world for the better?

PS Another great example of manipulation of reality happened last weekend. To be clear, this was an add-on. The only thing I dropped from my hectic routine was my weekly podcast, which I had been doing to satisfy my radio Jones. Basically, I said I could offer so much time and they excitedly accepted.

In fact, that is in the description of my salary. I have to say the thing that drew me most to KRKO was the fact they were and remain being a local station. All are owned by godless, bottom-line out-of-town corporations and some of those stations have even gone through a couple of ownership changes from the time I left radio until my return. KRKO is owned and operated by the Skotdahl family. There are multiple ways to listen to KRKO, no matter where in the world you live. On the website, KRKO. Got an Alexa or Google home?

Oh, if you have Bluetooth in your car, just stream the station on your phone and you can enjoy the music in your car while driving. It beats the heck out of a scratchy FM signal in hilly Seattle. The result has been incredible. Maybe that will include how you listen to the radio and who you tune in.

We just might actually change the way you listen to radio. We would go out, pick out a tree, then bring it into the house and decorate it. It was when the manger scene went up on the hearth, when mom baked her collection of Christmas cookies, when presents slowly piled up underneath, and our family would go to enough church services to hit a yearly quota. The official kickoff for this special season was when the Sears Christmas catalog arrived in the mail. That allowed us to see for ourselves what you were going to ask Santa for that year.

There was the Santa Claus arrival where I was the official Town Crier for 18 years at Country Village in Bothell, but that appears to have run its course.

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You can listen to it here just by clicking on this link. Then, another tradition was added into my holiday season routine six years ago. My radio brother-from-another-mother Scott Burns introduced me to a young singer named Alana Baxter. I wrote a parody song about Christmas, she lent her voice to the project and we even shot a video to go along with it.

We started strong and have just kept getting better at it. Friday, December 21st, Alana came by and she recorded the song. I really wanted to showcase the Village one more time before the scheduled wrecking balls turn it into a memory next spring. Our version is just about all those things that go wrong at Christmas and drive us crazy.

But then again, are they just things or could they actually be traditions? It was shot entirely on my iPhone Xs. Slow it down. Be in the present. Appreciate the now. If you knew him, no explanation necessary. If you never had the pleasure of meeting him and you would know if you did , you missed one of the greatest human beings to occupy this planet.

Oh, sure, there were achievements and honors and awards. But what was always most important to him was his family. And doing the right thing. The cancer that eventually claimed his life made for a long, slow, painful departure, but a time he maximized as best he could. It was the most terrifying night imaginable for his family as he flat-lined TWICE for minutes that felt like hours.

Somehow, doctors were able to save him. But it was what he brought back with him that gave him the peace he needed to accept his destiny. Kim said that while he was flat-lining, he felt an incredible peace. He also remembered experiencing an earthquake while he was under, waking up to find doctors pounding on his chest. So, I feel I must share them with you. If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives. Do good anyway. If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.

Succeed anyway. The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds. Think big anyway. People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs. Fight for a few underdogs anyway. People really need help but may attack you if you do help them. Help people anyway. Give the world the best you have anyway. The song will always have special meaning for her because it was one Kim performed for her when she was a kid, in his best Louis Armstrong voice.

It was also the song they danced to at her wedding last year, during the Father-Daughter dance. I had the pleasure of grabbing beers with him a couple of times and we were blessed to be able and visit Kim a couple of times during his final months. Even as he fought his internal battle, his face would still default to a smile. Yeah, that smile. It could change the way you listen to radio. The evolution is already underway. We live in a very hilly area. Thanks to the gallant efforts of our promotions goddess, Kayla, we have five pairs to give away next week.

A pair a day. Just listen and when you hear the cue to call, be the 3rd caller at and you win. Good luck! And if this is what it took to get you to try the radio station, it just reinforces the fact that bribery works. So, last Saturday night was the big finale. She was one of the family members who voted to continue this urban oasis, but was out-voted by family members who wanted to cash-in while the selling was good. I was trying not to get overly macabre about the event.

My plan was to go in, live in the now and experience every second of what I was about to do for the last time. For all but one of the previous 18 years of my life, the first Saturday of December meant that I would find myself checking into the Country Village offices around , put on my Dickens-era top hat, a shawl, a scarf, grab the scroll of announcements and, of course, my town crier bell. Santa Claus is coming! Santa Claus is coming to town, just like the song said. Doing this as many years as I have, I knew the routine, what to do, where to be, what to bring. After the first decade or so, I decided to go on line and buy a real solid bell.

A big brass job, that really clanged. As we prepared to dash out the door, I went to that spot to grab the bell and it was gone. Not there. Maybe I put it on another shelf? My wife theorized I had loaned it to someone. We reached out to the friends hosting the pre- and post-arrival party and Annette said that she had a bell I could borrow. That was great, but what happened to my bell? The Santa Arrival would be saved. I went to the Shopping Center early to pick up the bell and the owner said I could have any bell I wanted. If it slipped out of my hand during the evening and got bent, I would no doubt be buying this bell.

I would be the most careful town crier in the history of crying. Off to the offices I went, to pick up my outfit. I lifted the cape, pulled out the hat and underneath it all was my bell. I returned the ornate bell, and then begun clanging like I had never clanged before. I went into stores, always asking first if it was OK for me to cry in their store. The rain held off. The night was mild for a November evening. The dancing elves and The Grinch entertained the crowd as Santa and his lighted Gingerbread sleigh made his way to the crowd.

He waved his magic candy cane and the Christmas Tree lights came on. The Christmas season, for me, was now officially underway. For one last, jolly evening, we put on a magical show for hundreds of young, awe-struck eyes, followed by a gathering at Center Court area to tell Santa what they wanted for Christmas.

The line was long, but no one seemed to care. Santa Claus had come to town and I had announced it, just as I always have. The frigid cold year. There was the year he got stuck. I also have certain things I try to accomplish during the three week December stretch prior to Christmas. I arrive at 6, put on my Dickens-style town crier outfit and then run around ringing a bell, announcing that Santa is on his way. This will be my 18th Santa Claus arrival at this folksy collection of shops.

Over the years, we developed a nice little holiday routine around this event. We arrive at the home of friends who live nearby, have a pre-function, then I head down to the village to cry. The rest put the party on pause, come down to watch me do my thing and then we all head back to holiday party, part 2. I have to give a shout out to Leann Tesorieri, who runs Country Village.

She was the one that asked me to do this event years ago and has been inviting back ever since. Saturday is going to be a special day. Hear ye! Join me if you can. I was raised with it. She looked at me as though I had mentioned the Smoot-Harley Tariff. That made me sad. Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy were a comedy team that inspired me at an early age into wanting to make people laugh. I want to share that great feeling.

These two were the goofball nerds that made the viewers seem superior so everyone felt better about themselves. Incredibly well done. There have been many comedians and comedy teams over the years and most are beloved by us without knowing the many challenges that went into their careers and why they were driven to make us laugh. If I could go back in time and talk with just about anyone, it would be sitting down with those two and asking where the inspiration came from.

Head to YouTube and experience a little for yourself. Laughter changes people, it makes them feel better. I hope that someday, other comedians will emerge with comedy that goes beyond their generation. Only time will tell. Each incident we pass through affects us for the rest of our lives. Thanksgiving is a truly wonderful holiday. Kudos to Mr. Lincoln for recognizing that we have an incredible bounty for which our souls need to appreciate.

I mean sunrises like the one this morning, the fresh smell of the rain, the giggling of the neighbor girls in the street. That was evident when stores started opening up on Thanksgiving Day to fuel the frenzy even more. When I was a kid, that would have been unthinkable. For that matter, when I was growing up, stores including the mall were closed on Sundays. If I allow myself to be visited by the Ghost of Thanksgivings Past, I would be treated to a return visit of some pretty good times in my life.

The first person to arrive there won the turkey. There was our WKRP moment when two people arrived at the same time and it made for great radio. In my late 20s, the Ghost would show me the year of the big Thanksgiving Day windstorm where we lost power and I was forced to barbecue our turkey for Thanksgiving dinner that year. He told us he was brining it for 24 hours before baking or barbecuing it.

A gallon of water, a cup of sugar, a cup of salt and flavorings—you pick: onions, garlic and the magic ingredient, Liquid Smoke. That has become my standard procedure. One year, yours truly had to spend the day before Thanksgiving dressed up like a giant turkey, along with my broadcast partner, Bruce Murdock. In these later years now officially qualifying for geezerhood I find myself turning into a sentimental pile of mush, deeply realizing how precious time can be. I prefer the latter. The Ghost of Thanksgivings Past has nothing but good things to show me and, once again, for that I am grateful.

As always, I appreciate you, the reader, for stopping by and spending a couple of moments with me. Yeah, I wrestled with what I would title this piece. What I want to say is that I have a curse—I have psychic powers that some of you may not enjoy. You see, once again, the Washington State Cougars are in first place of the Pac North Division and, should they win next weekend, will be one win away from a start to their season and pretty much a cinch to win the division.

What does that mean? I attended the University of Washington from and am a proud Dawg who hates the Cougars on one weekend every year. See, I have too many friends that are alums of the school that resides in the Palouse and I understand their pride. Further disclosure is that I am a Mike Leach fan. OK, this is where I put on the turban. The Huskies are in second place and have a bye this weekend. As I gaze into my crystal ball, I see a Husky win in Pullman that will make Cougar fans even more bitter. In the Apple Cup, the lease likely thing happens. I think this is what draws me to college football so much more than the professionals.

College football is still made up for dream-inspired athletes hoping to make it to Sundays and I just love that. So, Cougar fans, just trying to give you a heads up. I own one. I got to relive a part of my youth this past week. All I knew is that I had a girl back home that, once I finished college, I was going to marry and then grab a job somewhere doing something. Maybe work for the airlines. However, late my sophomore year, I got a phone call from that girl, who let me know she had a sign from God to break up with me. Anyway, two months later, she married the minister that helped her realize that sign from God and I had a clean slate as to where my future would take me.

So, off I went. While I gained experience in both, I was attracted to the control you had over the entire project on the radio side, and headed excitedly down that path. Eventually, Bruce Murdock came up from Portland and took over the morning show. I met a weekender named Dave Christianson. The second quarter I interned there, I was under the direction of Steve Lawson.

And over the next several years, most played a part in the direction my radio career took me. My KING experience taught me a lot and forced me to cut my radio teeth. After I graduated from college, I hung around working for minimum wage, hoping a job opening would eventually pop up. I did odd jobs like music surveys over the phone, running mail, answering request lines, going to promotional events. This was the big time. One week, when her regular driver went on vacation, they trusted me to be her personal driver. I would arrive at KING in the morning, get the keys to her Volvo, drive to her Capitol Hill mansion, pick her up, and then take her where ever she wanted.

Lunch at the club, down to inspect how the work was coming along on her boat, whatever Mrs. Bullitt wanted, her wish was my command. When I lost out on a radio copywriting job to someone who had been a writer for Planned Parenthood with zero radio experience, I hit the road and headed east to Yakima. The rest is the beginning of my radio history.

On Monday, for two hours at a bar in downtown Seattle, I reconnected with some much-older, yet still familiar faces. People I had gotten to know early in my career, in a building that has since been torn down. I bounced from conversation to conversation, getting caught up on what we were all up to these days. Our lives are a series of phases and special moments. We all get them. I went through more than a half-dozen call letters during my radio career, but on this particular day, the others had to take a back seat for a few hours.

This is big news in my electronics world. For years, while a proud owner of Apple stock purchased the week of the initial offering and a long-time fan of the company, their innovations and the quality of what they offer, I still went for the underdogs. I love my Microsoft Surface and the only intention I have down the line is to get a larger one for those times I can spread out.

Now, back to phones. Way back when, as the earth was cooling, the iPhone arrived. It cost more than the alternatives and, at the time, since they made Windows phones, I went with that. As I watched friends show me the latest cool apps out there on iPhones and and Androids, I was content knowing that I was using a Microsoft product. Supporting the home team. Admiring the high-quality of those three available apps.

After two Microsoft phones, I suffered way too much from app-envy and decided to go Android. I believe the Samsung Galaxy was the one that lured me over and eventually, I found myself the proud owner of a cutting-edge Samsung Galaxy S6. After all, this was about making phones calls, right? Keeping up with social media, checking your email, etc. You know, all those things that help you completely ignore what is going on in the world around you. But the email program never really worked that well. I would send an email and it would take minutes to reach someone across the room.

Or, something I received yesterday could no longer be found. However, for Samsung and the Android nation, it was the battery life that ended this non-iPhone streak. I had to carry a portable charger with me, to bail me out at events where I wanted to at least grab a couple of pictures. Or at least be reachable. Last week, while driving home from an event, I wanted to call my wife and let her know I was running late. My phone had died, so I charged it up as fast as I could. She called a couple of times but of course, I had a dead phone. Victoria is the proud owner of two iPhones, one for work and one for personal.

Both go an entire day without recharging. So, I decided to see what my options were at the T-Mobile store. I could have gone the way of an iPhone 7, but then I was buying a dependable option from A phone that could get email and take pictures. Bottom line—that worked. And so, sorry Samsung. Nextel, you would have gone away anyway. I have joined the Apple nation and am excited about being able to take beautiful pictures, constantly check my social media and email accounts and completely ignore everyone around me.

I have officially surrendered to the Apple Army and am looking very forward to my new adventures. My phone lit up like a Christmas tree today when the news came out that Microsoft co-founder, Paul Allen, had finally lost his battle with cancer. Celebrities and well-known figures pass all the time. We were reminded about what a great man he was. Paul was equally great, but in different ways and his departure has hit home with me for a lot of reasons.

He was a Northwest guy who did things to make his home town a better place. He developed the South Lake Union area of Seattle with more on the way. He was the owner of the Seattle Seahawks and the Portland Trailblazers. Back in my day, it was I knew someone that played in his rock band.

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But on top of it all, he loved his music. How do you know when to pull the trigger? Do you wait and work longer or call it quits at 65 and enjoy whatever you have left of this life? It went into remission and then, it returned. When you think about it, if there was anyone who would be able to have access to the latest science and technology at any price, it would have been him. I never met Paul Allen. From friends who did know him, he was a very private person. He did what he had to publicly, but preferred privately living his life.

Allen, you will be remembered. Thank you for all you did for your home town and the Pacific Northwest. I was chatting with a Millennial the other day, the much-maligned generation that some say feel entitled or simply expect everything to just go their way. However, in my conversation the other day, I was encouraging a certain person to pursue their dream. Not adjusting your dream to increase your odds of doing something, but taking a few chances, risking enough that you could fail.

And they would have nothing of it. I want to concentrate on the sure things that I know will happen. He is actually living his dream, doing what he wants to do, the way he wants to do it. I made it to this level of my life thanks to one thing: failures. I remembered being asked to be the featured speaker at Canyon Park Junior High School a long time ago. I wanted to say something to these kids that would actually matter.

So, I did an entire speech about failure and not being afraid to try for what you believe in. My own kids probably heard my Ken Griffey, Jr. How many times before that did he try to catch a home run ball and miss it? Every single time. But eventually, trying succeeded. In my speech to the grads, I brought up some of the greatest failures in history, as well as their generation.

Abraham Lincoln, Walt Disney and others were major failures…until they succeeded. Brad Pitt, Jennifer Aniston and so many others starred in horrible TV series, some that were canceled after only one episode. But they got back out there and kept going. Truth be told, you can do anything you want in this world. You can achieve whatever it is you desire. I do a great variety of things, not for monetary gain, but because I believe they are positive contributions to this swirling rock.

So, take a swing. Believe in yourself. If you fail, congratulations. Between you and me, time management has been a serious struggle lately. So, Tuesday night, I made time. I followed up with some emails to people that I had promised to get back to, sent out some monthly invoices and found a few mementos I had fished out of one of the boxes under our house. I have several of those boxes and when recently rummaging through one of them, I yanked a couple of fun things out. Just to the right of that is a KQOT car window sticker, from my first professional radio station, a daytimer over in Yakima, Washington.

After unsuccessfully trying to land a job working in Seattle radio right out of college, I opted to move to eastern Washington to cut my radio teeth. I remember that job interview to this day. They then went out and drove around, listening to me on a car radio, deciding if I was the right fit for the station. I was nervous as hell, but somehow, they liked what they heard.

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But the item in the upper right corner was a surprise. During my terms as a Senior President and A. Those years grow more distant by the day, but I seem to recall that I irritated him a lot. I was a goofball and probably not what he thought of when he thought of student leadership.

But on my way out, he gave me a Thank You note. Who says vaudeville is dead? Just that you have such a perfect sense of timing is no reason to believe your sp, and he was an educator destined to become a second Harpo or was it Groucho? Keep yourself well, OK. There is not a greater high for me. Life is not about the accomplishments, but about doing what you love to do and then, oh yeah, it happens to be your job, too.

Each week, as I sit down to write one of these blogs, I seriously never know where the muses are going to take me until I start tapping away on the keyboard. Occasionally, there are weeks where I sit down with an agenda. But if you said that four-letter word among Seattle radio aficionados, there would be only one. Norm Gregory passed away this past week.

I first became familiar with his style and voice while I was in the School of Communications at the University of Washington. While I was setting myself up for a career in this field, I was listening to Norm live my dream. You see, Norm Gregory, as much as he would argue against it, was a legend in this market. Now, I worked with a local radio legend.

First off, I liked Don. Unfortunately, he was on the irresponsible side and probably never should have used that station credit card to fill up his boat, but his gravely voice and those Husky Hooper Bus Rides are pressed in my memory forever. My generation. Understand that, at a radio station, those two dayparts are worlds apart. He was a self-contained jock, with sheets of show-prep he had written so that he was prepared his way for the broadcast.

I handed him my stuff and just watched. In radio, there are three types of broadcasters—the Self-Absorbed Super Jocks, the middle-of-the-road nice guys and gals and the quiet, inward types who turned it on with the mike switch. While Norm may have come off as the Super Jock, he was very quiet and inward. Guarantee it. First off, seriously, if you have not checked out my newest radio station yet, you have to do that.

If so, there are so many ways for you to listen to KRKO. To listen on any device—computer, tablet, or phone—just go to KRKO. Top of the hour ID and three times an hour for a couple of minutes each break. But that allows us to get in more of the songs. The staff has been very welcoming to me and is doing everything they can to help me make this work. I wanted to play in radioland again, but not put my current career on hold.

The first couple of weeks have been challenging. Amazon failed me, saying they would deliver it on Sunday by 8pm…then 9pm…. If stress shaves a few seconds off your life, I could go at any minute. The last one, for a while. Four years ago, I rolled the dice big-time, gave up a nice-paying but not rewarding job to pursue my professional dreams. Later this month, I crack the year-old mark, so retirement is within sight.

However, my definition of retirement is probably different than most. That will probably just mean thinning out the list of the many things I do, eliminating the less-rewarding and focusing my efforts on just the fun stuff. I churn out a weekly Ima Norwegian cartoon, a podcast , write a blog and consult several clients. But I like busy and when my schedule is mostly made up of things I love, what else would I rather be doing?

Remember, I spent over 30 years of my life in the biz, and when it decided to push me away, I embraced developing new skills and pursuing other goals. That I have done. I can now direct, shoot and edit videos and commercials, thus adding a nice collection of abilities to my skillset. I know. After all, been there, done that. Are there enough hours in the day? I believe so, for the right situation. He knew me from my Seattle work and was always interested in connecting.

At one time, he was thinking a news station with me doing mornings. Not really my thing. Then, they went into the Sports Radio arena and, again, not for me. Then, earlier this summer, they flipped to a music station. A few 60s, mostly 70s and some 80s. And, with an up-tempo feel. I initially reached out to them to maybe track out an afternoon shift or weekend, just to satisfy my radio Jones.

We talked and agreed to make this happen, but not until after my recent Norway trip. So, today, Monday, September 10th, I begin a new chapter in my broadcasting career. I would highly recommend streaming the station, which you can do easily with one click at KRKO. Skip to or so, to hear that. Now, anyone can take you on a normal tour of that beautiful country. What I say, but I took along my 12th Man flag. Go Hawks! I thought about stopping by and saying hi for a spell, but we kept moving. Actually, a mom and her son. Some Norwegian forest wisdom.

I got your fruit display right here. They were landing on soaked-down grass. If you go with color codes, you can ignore the labels. Nothing says freshness like a duck. I was asked to sit down here so both ends of the horse could be represented. Uh, wait…. By the way, for those of you wondering, this trip paled in comparison when it came to taking photos. My first visit to Norway, I took over pictures using three different cameras. This time, using my main camera and my phone, I only snapped 2, pictures. I hate to get too political in my little corner of the Internet, but something happened during our vacation that violated my rights and which forces me to speak up.

Our little five person travel group took up five of the six seats on a row of our Iceland Air flight back home to Seattle. By the time we were allowed to board, we walked down the aisle only to find that both sides of the overhead space above row 13 was already full. I mean jammed packed! But the greedy passengers surrounding us had already grabbed our space. We ended up having to wedge in our packages and coats into the space behind us, which made exiting the jet that much more challenging when the flight was over.

Well, these days, bullets pretty much fly everywhere, so let me rephrase that. I just went through an experience where there were a lot of red flags, but I just kept going and it all worked out. So, when I was shopping the Internet recently to find the best rate on a rental car, I came across a lot of deals. One company I had rented from before and their pickup location was in the back of a hotel.

A bit weird. And the last time I rented from this other one, the car smelled smokey. We get enough of that in Seattle. Canadians are trustworthy, right? So, off I wandered down the path of renting from them. The reservation was made, I printed out the paperwork and we were set. Our jet landed at am, taxied until around 11am, we grabbed our bags and headed to the waiting area as described on the paperwork.

And waited. Needless to say, 45 minutes passed before the Green Line Bus arrived. At least that came to the airport. We were told to take a city bus which delivered us to a parking lot around a half-mile away. Apparently, this is a new thing. Rental car companies are popping up left and right, to cash in on all the people coming and going from a major airport. One of the drivers who worked for another one of these pop-up rental places told us we had just missed their van. So, we waited again. One of the other people waiting with us decided to walk it, since it was under a mile away.

We did the paperwork and then headed out to the car. Everything seemed fine. Some nicks and scratches were noted. Nice trunk space. Then I closed the trunk and saw the license plate. My theories were either the car was stolen, or the license plate had been. I went with the lesser and assumed this poor rental company had a license plate stolen from the car and they needed to keep it out there to make money.

Fortunately, I had my passport with me, so I could get to where I needed to go. Then again, I drove around L. Yeah, I was pushing it. And that was a slow process. We were finally able to turn the car in by However, the driver apparently overslept and their van was not yet available. I got out the Lyft app, just in case. But she eventually arrived, we made it to the airport in time for a flight and there was a happy ending.

In the end, I have to admit, I dodged a bullet. There were so many things that could have gone wrong, and I ignored quite a few red flags. It either fell when I was at TSA or someone turned it into them. Stick to the reputable companies. And besides, when you stick to one of the major companies, they throw in real license plates on your rental at no extra charge. Last Sunday, I got to enjoy a wonderful stroll down Memory Lane. I gathered with friends from my college days, when I was living in a dorm named Terry Hall that no longer exists at the University of Washington.

They tore down the building I lived in for three amazing years back in When the last of the students moved out in December of , the Seattle Police actually used the building for SWAT Team training before the wrecking ball showed up to do its work. Taking me back to my time at the original Terry Hall means going back over 40 years ago. Growing up, when my parents talked about 40 years ago, that would have been referring to the Great Depression and pre-World War II.

Terry Hall was my first experience at living away from home. Yes, kids, there was a time where long-distance calls actually cost money. I was attending school at the UW, but my social world was this building full of other kids who had left the nest and were reinventing themselves into the people they wanted to become. I arrived in Seattle as a black-belt in goofball no surprise to my high school friends but being away at college allowed me to be a goofball on steroids.

A few examples? Oh, sure. These were the transition years. Going from a kid whose parents provided a safety net to being a semi-adult with full adult responsibility. There was so much learning going on, both in and out of school. The three years I lived in Terry Hall pretty much shaped my future. The high school girlfriend I was supposed to marry decided to set a new course.

A guy down the hall, Bob Carey, gets full credit for telling me about the broadcasting program at the U-Dub. Done deal! Each of the people at the reunion triggered different memories. There was Erika, the girl from Germany, who once tried to teach me skiing. Jen and Abdoul, who both ended up working for a local city.

My long-time pal, Steve, who knows more incriminating things about me than anyone should. Even my old roommate, Les showed up. That was a treat. Les and I ventured away from the dorms my senior year of college, to a funky house in the Fremont district of Seattle.

That house still stands and is now actually a barbecue place. Seriously, this was our home. Who was still around? Who is about to retire? Who has already retired? It is, of course, subject to the usual caveat. It is not spawning biomass, or any other measure of the cod stock. Willis, do two things… Read the paragraph I posted…. BTW one last thing….. RE: Latitude says: June 13, at pm Thanks for the link. It was last updated in Does NOAA have a more recent update?

In speeding through stuff about Capelin I learned Herring eat a lot of Capelin when Capelin themselves are just swimming embryos, and many times but not always a boom in the population of Herring will coincide with a crash in the population of Capelin. After all, the beautiful spirals of a big storm or hurricane seen from space is a chaotic system. It was attracted to one or the other, and got stuck in one orbit or another, but occationally made a radical switch.

Perhaps we spun out of one attractor to another attractor. The question is, can human efforts jolt us back to the first attractor? Around about now the fellows who actually study chaos might be rolling their eyes. I think one energy that fueled the above essay was simply old-fashioned frustration. It is a problem that would do the world a world of good to solve, because a return to the Grand Banks of yore would not double or triple our current catch of fish, but multiply it by ten or twenty.

That prospect alone might justify a return to line-fishing. Someday it will happen. All that is needed is the right combination of events. Thanks for the link. Somehow they survived in earlier times with this less efficient technology. Another issue is that the cost of modern technology makes the large efficient fishing vessels unaffordable to the common fishermen — they become employees of large, integrated fish processing companies. I wish it were possible for entire nations to embrace, for the sake of some level of conservation to safeguard the food supply, a lower level of technology in the fisheries.

Given the apparent surveillance capabilities of Big Brother-esque governments, it might even be possible now to ensure nobody is cheating. As far as I can tell, no one is willing to give this aspect of the problem any consideration, because efficiency is the god of modern, scientific-technological society.

Re Willis and Latitude: I agree with Willis about what is being measured in the catch data. That did not, of course, stop certain Iberian nations from putting fine mesh liners within their nets — as occurred during the turbot war between Canada and Spain and Portugal off Canadian waters in Catch data also was seldom accurately reported, as vessel captains would hide their irregular practices or under-report by-catch when possible, so as to be able to bag or exceed their quotas.

Finally, as I learned long ago in fisheries biology, the escapement of undersized fish through large-size meshes was not possible once the larger fish being caught had been pushed together against the mesh or caught in the holes. As fish became progressively smaller over time due to overfishing, this was less of an issue. The latter are highly controversial among academics, as they may create private property rights to licensees, which leads to all sorts of strange situations, but does also seem to militate against overfishing in some cases. Cod stock will rebound in minutes when they fix the real problems…….

My take. Government all excited about the mile limit decides to encourage super trawl fishing and creates a tax incentive to get boats built. Many Super trawlers are built and the technology evolves to fish areas not previously accessible. The super trawlers are too successful soon the catches plummet. There are many unhappy investors and big mortgages. Being innovative they started to look at mid water and under utilized species. Pollock, Mackerel , Herring, Menhaden. The Eastern European countries had factory ships that moved into Maine to buy the bait fish and render it into protein.

These were our bait fish!!!!!!!!. The herring and menhaden consumed the plankton that ate the larval fish and cod eggs. None of these species have recovered. Sonar and the trawls evolved so not a fish escaped. We were pretty much cleaned out. Yay to using Tax incentives to manipulate poor economic decisions! Ring a bell? It is an old saw but it plays well every where you look. My impression is that the spiny dog fish moved into the niche the cod left. The lobsters have thrived without he pressure of being eaten by the cod.

From my porch I watch the growing rafts of eider ducks consume amazing numbers of small lobsters so there is a balance Dog fish are a scourge unless you eat fish and chips. They are now targeted but they now dominate the places where we caught summer cod. The Federal Government is now demanding recreational salt water fishing licenses.

We should actually be demanding competency testing to weed out federal employees who might be inclined to proposing more really bad policies….. How does it go? A couple of years ago I was in Homer, Alaska and I caught a glimpse of the same fisheries mental disease there. I only hope that some one has the inclination to look at the New England and Maritime fisheries mess and take away a lesson. Not hopeful though. RE: vigilantfish says: June 13, at pm I agree with much you say so well. Considering some in Washington are proposing banning fishing altogether, perhaps a compromise could be reached, where only line-fishing is allowed.

No man could pull in the giant nets they now drag with. When we wonder if dragging might be bad we sound like Luddite left-wing-loonies, against power created by fossil fuels. However there is nothing wrong with power. The more we have the better off we are, unless we misuse that power. This may crack the plaster, but try to stay calm. However now it is time for bed. Thanks again to all who have commented. This has been exactly the sort of lively discussion I hoped my essay would stir up.

Some years are lousy, and some are super-excellent, and to this day scientists still cannot explain nor predict how and why this occurs. And I agree fully with half tide rock: government interference lies at the bottom of the collapses: tax subsidies and policy biased toward big industry and industrialization wiped out the fish and common sense.

Thanks, latitude. You send me something about the migratory fishes salmon and sturgeon in the rivers of Maine. What is your point? This is supposed to be news? Then indicate your citation, and exactly what it is that you are citing it for. But what a teacher really needs is whatever the student needs. Truly I am. When I was 21, I was making my living commercial fishing. Caleb: Great stuff on your part, and some absolutely terrific comments.

Having been involved in Trout Unlimited, hearing fishery biologists, sportsmen and commercial fishermen talking and complaining about lake trout in particular, I conclude there is probably only weather that attracts more passioned commentary than fish. I would like to see the codfish return; they make a great chowder, but today the price is exorbitant.

And I think they are a lot cuter than seals! Willis Eschenbach says: June 13, at pm Thanks, latitude. Cod are considered migratory fish. Cod feed on salmon, shad, and herring………. Cod have to have food…they are limited by food…. Pollution, dams, silting, etc limited their food supply…. Age 2 fish dropped to zero after the mesh size increase….

Today, historic populations of migratory fish in the Gulf of Maine are at a fraction of their historic levels. Atlantic sturgeon numbers have plummeted, while shortnose sturgeon populations are down 98 percent and listed as endangered under the Endangered Species Act Smith Due largely to dams, Atlantic salmon have lost more than 90 percent of their historic spawning habitat in the Gulf of Maine. Sea-run brook trout, which are still common in all the Canadian maritime provinces, are now found in only a few small Gulf streams that have been untouched by dams and industrial use.

Eel landings declined from 1. In , the Atlantic States Marine Fisheries Council petitioned the federal government to conduct a status review of American eel populations due to their precipitous decline. Eels are a relatively long lived species that may live in freshwater up to 30 years and grow to five feet in length before heading out into the Gulf of Maine on their way to the Sargasso Sea.

Due to their size, turbines exact a heavy mortality on the downstream migration of sexually mature eels. In a study, the U. Fish and Wildlife Service determined that eels may have been eliminated from 81 percent of their historic habitat from Connecticut to Maine Atlantic States Marine Fisheries Commission The once abundant river herrings have continued to decline remarkably as well.

Alewife landings in Maine declined from 3. Caleb, I have a solution to the problem of low codfish numbers and a high number of seals that should get no flack from the touchy feely environmentalists TFE. It is really quite simple. Polar bears eat seals. The TFE will not allow culling of bears or seals but do allow live trapping and relocation of nuisance bears. The method to use is the one used in North Carolina. It was a big white dog. What is your claim? Are you claiming that fish populations have declined because of dams and industry located near northeastern rivers?

Because if dams and industry caused the population declines, then why are you now claiming that Maine and other locations have now seen some huge surge in population of cod? Did the dams and industry suddenly shut down? If this is your claim, then how do you support this claim?

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Many of us on here are just like Willis, we are willing to be convinced if we presented with convincing data and analyses. Water power ruled, and the ruins of old dams and mills are scattered all over the place. Pollution was also far worse, due to the mills, and the Charles River in Boston used to change color due to paint factories on the Somerville side. An amazing amount of hard work has been done cleaning up that mess, in the last 40 years, and a lot of work has been done removing unused dams and putting in fish ladders.

While more could be done, I think if rivers were the main problem the crash in cod stocks would have occurred earlier, and would be reversed. Instead I am leaning towards thinking Willis is right, and trawl netting might be the chief culprit. Considering we have spent 20 years trying all sorts of things to restore codfish populations, and nothing has worked, perhaps it is time to consider banning trawl nets. I am aware some big money is involved in big boats with big trawl nets, and big money talks in Washington DC, however if trawl nets were the problem, the rebound in the codfish population would increase the catch by a multiple of ten to twenty.

Any harvesting when stocks are in this shape is going to have the same effect…. Say you put some goldfish in a pond.. Dams In the past three decades, meaningful steps have been taken to make rivers in the Gulf of Maine more capable of supporting fish populations. Due to the Clean Water Act, poor water quality is not the limiting factor to fish populations it once was. Today, both commercial and recreational fisheries are better managed and habitat- altering log drives are now just a part of folklore.

Amendments to the Federal Power Act have required regulators to consider a broader range of public uses of our rivers beyond just energy production when dams are re-licensed. This has often resulted in better fish passage, increased minimum flows and in rare cases, orders for a dam to be removed. Despite these improvements, virtually all native migratory fish populations in the Gulf of Maine have continued to decline.

A reliance on unproven engineering schemes to mitigate the impacts of dams continues to block the meaningful self- sustaining restoration of migratory fish. In particular, the cumulative impacts of dams continues to exact a severe toll on migratory fish as regulators have largely chosen to look at each dam independently, rather than taking into consideration the whole configuration of dams on a river. Since major rivers in the Gulf of Maine average five or more main stem dams, the cumulative impact issue is the major reason for the failure of most migratory fish restoration efforts.

The work is on-going. It had to be seen to be believed. If you saw it, you should know things are better for fish than they were. In a few years, however, when they go out of business due to shrunken stocks, we will talk about banning all fishing including line-fishing, but will not ban party-boats, of course, because the tourist-trade lobby is huge. In the end it will not be the Cod that go extinct; it will be the entire culture of New England fishermen. Latitude, you argue: Notice, the age of cod caught is gradually increasing. There is no such thing as a stable population of a given age of fish in a fish population.

That same year class, once it starts reproducing at age 5, might produce very few fish. The age profile of long-lived fish populations vary over time. I believe Johan Hjort found that the year-class of herring dominated the catch of the North Sea fishery from about ; subsequent years provided a much smaller portion of the catch. Eventually another big year-class came along Also, somewhere above, you argued that the cod would come back if they could just get food, or pollution were cleaned up, citing the sheer abundance of their eggs.

Oscar Sette, the American fisheries scientist, in the s and early s did a seminal study of New England mackerel populations and also mackerel embryology studies that provided the first clue as to how low is the survival rate of fertilized eggs. This has been confirmed by decades of subsequent studies. For cod, in a normal year, 1 adult is produced per million eggs spawned. Among the predators of the eggs are other planktonic organisms, the fry are eaten by smaller fish species that form in turn the food of adult cod — and adult cod themselves eat their own young indiscriminately.

I just read that bumf, last time you recommended it. Perhaps you need to read things twice to discover that you have known them for decades. For me, once is enough … except in this case, where once was too many. Gosh … you mean that dams and overfishing lead to the demise of migratory fish? So perhaps it was good that you posted the same thing a second time. Now, on the third time, I think I finally got it. Let me see if I understand what you are saying.

Can you join us in the 21st century now? Because most of us learned all of that fifty years ago, for me I think it was in the sixth grade where we covered dams and fish ladders and salmon and other migratory fish. We went on a field trip in the yellow school bus to the Coleman Fish Hatchery that year and they explained it all to us … and did a better job of it than your citation, if I recall correctly, or perhaps that was just because we could see the salmon. Cod eggs and cod larvae drift from the spawning grounds to the nursery grounds.

Juvenile cod migrate from the nursery grounds to the feeding grounds. And mature cod migrate back to the spawning grounds. Instead, as is common with many fisheries, the nearby fisheries were fished first, and then people went looking further and further afield as local stocks dropped.

I do like the idea of migratory cod going from Iceland to America, early immigrants … maybe they were inspired by the Statue of Liberty. Teach on, my friend, teach on … your idea of teaching is great spectator sport. Oh, by the way … after coyly bringing the subject up, you never did tell us what you do for a living.

As a result of them not migrating, we recognize separate, relatively independent stocks of cod. Willis said: Gosh … you mean that dams and overfishing lead to the demise of migratory fish? There are no dams stopping the migration of cod…. No one built a dam between the Gulf of Maine and the ocean… The dams are stopping the migration of the fish that the cod feed on.

The cod move into the bay in the summer to feed on salmon, shad, herring, eels etc. The cod do not migrate up the rivers. Without the numbers of food…. Willis, there are no distinct populations of same species cod…. Latitude; The sun has popped out and I need to catch up on work that rain cancelled, but I am trying to follow your mind, and am having a bit of trouble. I think you need to brush up the art of succinctly summarizing what you are referring to, before moving on to your next point. Anyway, work demands my attention. This is an interesting topic and having never lived near nor worked on an ocean I am learning a lot from the rest of you folks.

Thanks for staying civil. The reading is much easier. I was supposed to be teaching first year college students about topographic maps. The last time I taught that class the WWW or internet had morphed into the commercial space we now have. I student thought he knew an animal I should know about. The Javelina. He found a site and copied 4 pages to insert into his report. The first page had a photo and a short description of the animal. The next 3 pages contained photos and descriptions of hiking shoes and boots, called — -wait for it — — Javelina Hikers.

Knowledge is where you find it. Um … because inter alia, the study is about salmon and sturgeon, and how they are impacted by dams? I noted that about COD the first time I read your citation. As I said before, perhaps you need to read this stuff twice. It was not news to me then, and is not news to me now, that offshore fish are affected by what happens inshore. Seriously, Latitude.

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The idea that cod and other oceanic fish are impacted by dams on the rivers is Fish Science , or even less. You keep presenting and re-presenting the same idea, which is true but elementary and old, as if that will make your pabulum new and interesting. It is neither. Their food collapsed. Cod move into the gulf to feed in the summer…. David Riser says: June 12, at pm Peer reviewed science is used to make decisions about gear and catch limits.

Reviews of the the number of fish and catch limits??? Caleb is suggesting they think Outside The BOX for ways to increase supply, rather than attempt to keep a static volume of production. But rocking the boat and novel ideas, in my lengthy experience in civil service, is NOT done. Pointing to a group of people charged with enforcing a congressional mandate as being able to solve this problem is a red herring.

Good One! Re: latitude This was in the summation of one of your links: This dictates a need for a precautionary principle that favors fisheries management for ecological benefits first rather than solely for economic benefits. Thanks, Latitude. You are right that there are no distinct populations, they are all the same species. One stock can decline, while another nearby stock may be flourishing.

Tuna are migratory fish. They wander all over the Pacific, an annual migration of thousands and thousands of miles. And they are chased by fishermen that follow them in that migration. The fishermen moved—outwards from Europe to new, and in some cases more productive, fishing grounds in Greenland, Canada, and the Grand Banks.

Boats of oak and men of steel … as a long-time commercial fisherman, I could only bow my head. I could have got it on-line for free, but my Nook is a very handy reader]. Despite his critics, he was a great writer and poet. Good heavens! Let me see if I get this right. Caleb writes a nice post about our Cod situation.

Nor did I see it highlighted in the comments. While some, who may be unfamiliar with Lat may think his observations attach some sort of advocacy, those of us familiar with Lat, know that it is not. It seems to me, pointing out underlying causes to population reduction, rather than simply pointing to a predator, which, had achieved population equilibrium in prior times, is adding to the conversation.

You seem to be rather open to alternate ideas and perspectives, as opposed to some others, here. But, towards others, I find it bit disingenuous to ask for simplification and clarification and then when it is offered to say the contribution was banal. Because, God knows expecting people to catch an inference, when they appear knowledgeable on the subject is just too much to ask.

I know which fish go upriver to spawn, and which fish stay in the ocean to spawn. You misunderstood my words. Cod migrating upriver? This is why I ask folks to quote my words if they object to them. Then we can all understand what you might be objecting to. Speaking of currents, one thing I learned in this discussion is how dependent the cod are on the currents. After the eggs hatch, the larvae are carried by the current towards their nursery grounds.

There they mature into juveniles, and then swim to their feeding grounds. One thing that has always amazed me is the wildly mutable nature of oceanic ecosystems. On land, a deer has one or two fawns. If the population is knocked back, it takes years to recover. In the ocean, on the other hand, if there is a favorable year for some oceanic creature, it can go from being a minor bit player in the ecosystem to completely dominating it, in a single year. The good is that given years with favorable conditions, populations can rebuild quickly.

The downside is that the whole ecological network of a given part of the ocean can change quickly, and sometimes not in a favorable way for a given species. Around , the third year I fished commercially I got a job on an anchovy boat out of Moss Landing, in Monterrey Bay. The old Italian guys in the crew had fished for sardines back in the day, and watched them disappear. I remember one night, we had caught maybe ten tonnes of anchovies, and brailed them into the forty-foot open steel whaleboat we towed behind to load with anchovies. We were in mid-ocean, with the whaleboat tied next to our fishing boat, moving fish from the net into the whaleboat.

Suddenly, one of the old guys, a hard-working and very savvy fisherman seventy years old that was a total inspiration to me as a young man of twenty and some, shocked all of us by jumping from the gunwale of the fishing boat straight into the interior of the whaleboat. He landed on ten tonnes of anchovies, of course, and sank into the living mass up to his thighs. He looked around and grabbed one of the hundreds of thousands of identical anchovies. But indeed it was a sardine, and the crew was electrified, and wondered if finally the sardines might come back.

Of course, now we understand much more about the alteration between sardines and anchovies as the Pacifiic Decadal Oscillation ebbs and fills. I always did wonder, though … what was one single sardine doing in a school of hundreds and hundreds of tonnes of anchovies? I bring this up as another instance of the profound effect that subtle shifts of currents and winds can have on entire oceanic ecosystems.

Willis, the conversation was about dams reducing the cods food…. Latitude says: June 14, at pm Willis, the conversation was about dams reducing the cods food…. You pasted this: This has led to an increase in cod populations. An increase to target levels seems significant. But yet you pasted something that indicates that stocks are rebuilding to target levels. Why do they now have enough to eat? How on earth could you now realize this?

Latitude: I ask that you not be rude to people who are being very patient, in my humble opinion, with your somewhat bewildering use of the English language. You may think you are making yourself perfectly clear, but if you reread your words I think you will spot or place or two where a bit of self-editing might have been helpful. This is true. What I would like to stress is that the rivers have been improved, salt marshes have been protected, and numerous other steps been taken, all aimed at improving the general health of the ecology.

As you point out, populations of other sea-creatures such as eels also keep falling. What you seem to be saying is that even more drastic measures need to be taken, on the land, to help the sea. More dams need to be taken down, and so forth. Am I correct?

What I would like to suggest is that we have done a half decent job, on land, but are continuing to dredge-net the sea bottom, which utterly deranges the ecology off shore. I think we ought consider letting stuff grow back on the bottom for a bit, and see what happens.

Are you saying removing dams ought to come first? Just curious. Latitude says: June 14, at pm Yes, I pasted that…. Good grief. What was the point of the pasting the quote? Is this correct? Is this your claim? Caleb says: June 14, at pm Latitude: I ask that you not be rude to people who are being very patient, in my humble opinion, with your somewhat bewildering use of the English language. I certainly would have been much less patient than Latitude.

No one did. But, they did take an antagonistic attitude to the messenger. Which, is bizarre and illogical. As far as the food sources returning. But, that never guarantees the animals will return. Consider the polar bear. They were Grizzleys which got separated by an ice age. Today, there are no physical limitations for the polar bears.

They can go back to being Grizzes at their leisure. They went and found other places to be. So did the cod. I assume if I know how to do something, everyone else does too copy and paste the first line into goggle Not New England Rivers, where did you get that one? It was assumed the thread was followed.

You have to go up to what Lat stated, and reference above to what was stated in response and then back up to what caused the response. Latitude: How have you been rude? Well, to be so instantaneously and vocally certain your views are correct and others are incorrect, when dealing with a subject of any sort of complexity, is rude. It is even rude when the person you are speaking with is very likely misinformed. When you are debating with Willis Eschenbach you are debating someone few here would call a moron. He might call himself that, about a few of the misadventures in his life, however he is a person who can make most any misadventure into a learning experience.

Now let us look at your resume. As far as can see your qualifications to talk about this subject are that you have read a pamphlet NOAA put out, and also went on a field trip, some years ago. Have I missed something? Feel free to toot your own horn. As best we can, we try to put our vanity and our fat egos aside, and focus on the details of an issue or topic. Admittedly it can be hard, when politics get involved, but even then we try to stick to the issues and not get sidetracked by ego-stuff that is off the point. It is merely good manners, and proper civil procedure. You may now ask me what sidetrack you got off on.

I will say it is a sidetrack to focus on whether Willis did or did not say codfish migrate up rivers. In fact it is one of the most ludicrous and absurd sidetracks ever. Not that I minded it. For some reason the absurdity of the suggestion tickled me, and I needed a good laugh. RE: James Sexton says: June 14, at pm Regarding whether or not the food source can return, I think polar bears are a bad analogy for Cod. They are a single species, switching from moose to seals as a food source. When we are talking about Cod I think we are not talking about a single species moving to a new food source, but rather an entire ecosystem, the Grand Banks and Not-so-grand Banks, under duress.

A better analogy would be the deep forests of Carolina pines northwest of Charleston right after Hurricane Hugo snapped all the trunks like match sticks, and turned a shaded, mossy, cool, damp forest floor to a baking hot desert, exposed to the blistering Carolina sunshine. It is the entire ecosystem, and not a single species, that goes into shock. A bad forest fire, one that involves the tree tops, does the same thing. Right afterwards you would swear the place could never recover.

A whole bunch of plants and critters becomes locally extinct, as a whole new bunch of plants and critters invade. Then there is a whole succession of ecosystem changes, until at long last you are back to that forest of pine. Nature has an amazing ability to heal itself, and to recover from shocks as devastating as the explosion of Mount Saint Helen.

Now, as Willis described the effect of drag-netting, it is sort of the same effect as a forest fire, however on the Banks nature never has time to recover before the next fire comes along. Before the seaweed, crabs and deep-water clams can regrow the next drag net comes plowing by, over and over again. As we have talked about the food sources for Cod on the Banks, we have drifted rather far afield, I fear, because we have headed up to the headwaters of rivers in Maine, and have forgotten a lot of the food sources are home-grown, on the Banks themselves.

The water out there is not blue; it is green, the plankton is so rich. To look too far afield, and not look at the Banks themselves, is a bit like ignoring the charred tree-trunks all around you after a forest fire, and pointing at a distant mountain as the cause of local extinctions. My hypothesis would be that the ecosystem would recover, and pictures of the seabottom in the area of the experiment would be radically different than pictures outside the area, even after a year, and the differences would only grow as year followed year.

It seems so logical to me that I wonder if such an experiment has already been done. Did they take before and after pictures of the sea bottom? It is a bit frightening because it seems like yesterday to be personally able to look back over fifty years ago and remember shoals of bait fish and the gulls, terns mackerel and pollack just going wild on the surface.

Pogies so thick that when they ran into coves they would deplete the oxygen and make an ungodly rotten mess and smell that would gag a maggot. WIllis, a pogy kill makes Russian river on the Kenai smell like a sweet tea rose. I do believe that there is something to the observation that the bait fish are gone and this was the easy food for the cod. We fished with clams or jigged a foot and a half off the bottom.

Like halibut which you would think were one sided stick to the bottom fish, they would follow the bait even up to the surface. When you opened them up to see what they were eating it was clear that when the bait fish were in they were full of them. They were also opportunistic feeders. No bait fish and they have had to make due. The depletion of the bait fish by over fishing has to have effected the success and speed of the recovery. Like three men each grabbing a part of the elephant, each can argue all they want about the significance of the part that they hold dear but relax it is still an elephant.

We need to stand back and put all of the information together to understand how we find ourselves in a place we would have preferred to have avoided. We need to make good decisions and consider the humans that are suffering from the tragedy as well as the fishes. There is a balance here too. There is hope, on June 6th there was a wildly successful sturgeon tagging operation on the Saco River.

It was reported in the Portland Press Herald. One was 7 feet long. There was a good number of short nose too. These rivers can recover. Sometimes wisdom is gained by making or observing a mistake. There is occasional good news but my days will run out before the recovery is robust. I think we should be a wiser species at that time.

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Is it safe to come back? Caleb, Your question made me do a little research I should have done long ago on the shrimp fishery that replaced the cod fishery on the Grand Banks. Sadly, it turns out that shrimp are being fished using demersal otter trawls. I also discovered that there is minimal regulation of this fishery. It seems the DFO does not learn from experience — and of course the shrimp are now in decline.

I now understand why there are repeated calls for marine protected areas. At the very least there should be large areas protected from dragging, if not from other forms of fishing. This seems wildly far-fetched to me, for several reasons. As a result, I have left Latitude to present his case. However, it seems some people might actually believe him … so let me point out a few things that make his claim highly unlikely.

While inshore nurseries, including things like mangrove swamps, wetlands, and rivers are an important source of food for nearshore fish, for offshore fish like many of the cod stocks, the coast and the rivers are too far away to do much of anything. The decrease in cod started with the Northern stocks, up in Canada, in regions where there are very few inshore dams or human construction.

There have been a host of improvements in the inshore habitat in New England, including the removal of some dams. Despite this, the cod have not recovered. As an experienced fisherman who has likely worn out more seabags than Latitude has worn out socks, I doubt it greatly. The ocean is a huge place, where even the biggest river has little weight. Please notice that as far as I can see, not one of the food items in that exhaustive list of cod foods major and minor comes from the rivers.

So I call BS on the idea that the inshore habitat is what caused the decline in cod. But if I do finally understand what Latitude is saying, his claim is not supported by the evidence of what cod actually eat. Finally, the idea that a huge school of cod a hundred miles from the coast is critically dependent on food from inshore is a very dubious claim to any commercial fisherman.

PS—I notice that after boasting about his employment giving him deep insight into these matters, saying. You gonna put your money where your mouth is, Latitude, and explain to us how your profession qualifies you to teach these matters? Or is this just more of your bait-and-switch style? I suppose a final pettifogging detail would be to look at that the chart which shows what the codfish eat, and see whether those species are also are locavores. Also double-check how close to shore codfish move when they breed.

RE: Vigilantfish. Sad to hear the shrimp stocks are dropping. I wonder if they can be fished without dragging along the bottom. It would be hard to line-fish shrimp. Also some who switched to bringing tourists out to fish. They were not people who wanted to work on land. I think if they knew dragging might force them all to work ashore, they might demand all dragging stop. RE: Me Ouch! Instead we have all grown at least a little, I think.

Thanks a third time to all who contributed their thoughts. Seals were simply killed by fishermen in the past, and now that is a felony. The beaches where seals haul out by the thousands are stinking cesspits…. Seals eat most any species of fish they can. They follow boats that are fishing hook and line, and take whatever is caught before it can be boated. People often give up and go home after losing several fish plus gear in a row to seals. It is Alice-in-Wonderland on Cape Cod. And you, on the other hand, sound like a nasty anonymous internet popop, someone only interested in slimy personal attacks without any foundation or evidence to back them up.

Instead, all you present is a handwaving attack, throwing mud in random directions in the hope that it will stick to me, and in the process ending up only muddying yourself … Go away. Just go away. Jerkwagons like you are all too common around here already. You should go back to playing with yourself. I want to open a new restaurant specializing in seal sandwiches and charbroiled seal burgers.

Will offer deep fried potatoes cooked in seal oil. Baby seal steaks will be seared to seal in the seal flavors. You will get a picture of a baby seal to show what you have eaten with every order. You will get a picture of this young orphan and the opportunity to eat it the next time you dine. Show your compassion and relieve a seal from being forced to live in extremely cold and icy climates and avoid being mauled by polar bears and great white sharks.

Please be humane and dine on a seal. It is entirely sustainable. You will be given one carbon credit for your own personal contribution to sustainability. You will be offered the pleasure to dine in our plush banquet room with sealskin chairs and have an opportunity to purchase a sealskin purse, wallet, gloves, coat, or underware.

Soon we will offer travel luggage as well. Novelties will include stuffed baby seals with antelope horns mounted on its head and will be called sealalopes. And you, on the other hand, sound like a nasty anonymous internet popop…….. Well played. You showed him by…… well, presenting a demeanor exactly as he was implying. My best to all. Get your facts right! The depth at whch Atlantic cod spawn varies according to the stock m — m.

The resultant eggs are buoyant … they float towards the surface and hatch to become part of the plankton! You are correct, I have grown weary and intolerant of people who do that, just toss out a random accusation without anything to indicate what they are talking about, or anything to back it up, or anything at all. Nothing of the sort. Gavin is much more politically correct, and much less direct and straightforward, than I am, and meanwhile he ruthlessly and invisibly censors everything that displeases him.

But I have no problem when you quote exactly what I said, and then accuse me of being like Gavin. I can defend myself against that. I have something to respond to. So in lieu of that, I quote what they say and try to make evident my displeasure at those types of underhanded, mud-slinging attacks.

All the best, w. One must be careful what one writes here on WUWT as there will be many eyes on you! Sure, you pay special attention to the ones who critique, but, once you do, you move on and forget. And, not just WUWT. I know exactly what he was saying, because I take the time to note.

I take the time to try and understand where it comes from and why. You never have…. Man, I love your writing, I love your mind. But, there is a difference. I know he does because I remember what he wrote in the past. Pay attention for a second. My sincere sympathies, James Sexton. Who is surprised. Exactly what lesson did I miss in his brilliant, witty exposition on my lack of knowledge? Just exactly which one of my evil habits was Me talking about?

Or perhaps was it my tendency to ridicule people like Me who specialize in handwaving attacks? Which one do you claim Me meant … and upon what possible evidence are you basing your claim? You claim to know exactly what it is, so please tell us. Your claim that you know is a pathetic joke. How is it you expect people to adequately respond to you, and your criticizing them for not quoting you, but, when you are quoted you deny writing such things? Take your meds. Naw, boorish, is more like it. It was an effort to increase your ability to engage with other people who may communicate differently than you do.

And, to get you to focus on relevent things in a discussion instead of obsessing on the minutia and harmless observations towards your demeanor. I do get a little defensive of people when I see needless responses. Alternatively, if you did understand the reference, you could have either accepted the criticism and moved on, or ignored it. Again, this thread has devolved into limited utility. Best wishes, James. Now that I do, I think his last name may be Squeeter. For example, you might be out hiking on a beautiful day, with everything lovely, and he would pluck a long stem of grass.

The stem was the sort that, rather than having a seed-head like wheat, had a seed head sort of like a round, green, fuzzy Caterpillar. In a most innocent manner Pest would stick it in your hair and twirl it left and right. It took him all of three seconds, but snarled itself so hideously into your hair it took around five minutes to pick it to pieces and remove it.

It took me longer, because I was always in a rush in those days and had to do it while walking. The ability to annoy the heck out of everyone because guys had long hair in those days, gave him a odd power: Merely by plucking and waving a stem of grass he could have everyone flinching and backing away, avoiding him as if it was a gun. Also he found it funny. Some of the other guys just got fed up, lost it, and gave him a thump anyway, but I pretty much decided Pest was just put together in an annoying way by God, and I resigned myself to the fact Pest would always be a pest.

As soon as I did that, I was much less fun to torment, and he took to pestering others more than he pestered me. That taught me a sort of lesson about respecting people for what they are, even if they are a pest. I tend to be respectful, even when I get only half as much respect as Rodney Dangerfield in return.

I suppose it is due to having a small gang of older siblings. They tended to demand respect without being very respectful about it. Sometimes too much self-respect can keep one at home, living with mother, because one fears it might be beneath them to clean toilets. However not enough self-respect, and people think they can exploit you and walk all over you. When things got that bad I tended to simply depart, and move on to the next situation. Where they stayed stuck, I bummed my way onward. Stranger coincidences have happened. However where I would likely have shipped out as Bilge Scrubber Second Class, he likely would have been the guy organizing the escapade.

As such, he commands more respect. It is simply the way things work in real life, and it is especially so at sea, for otherwise things get very rotten very fast, and you either ram a reef or have a mutiny on your hands. The blogosphere is a strange ship to sail upon, because the rules of who respects who are not very clear. Getting my writing published by Anthony was honor enough, and I rather enjoyed the ensuing uproar. Mostly i placate, however at times I may gently needle right back, to keep a discussion progressing. And I confess the original essay was full of needles, to get things started.

In a manner of speaking I am ship-builder, boat-owner and captain of this thread, Anthony owns the sea, and if things get out of hand very fast and we ram a reef or have a mutiny on our hands, I am at least partly to blame. Well, things did get a bit out of hand. I spent a lot of time scratching my head like a captain on his first voyage, wondering how on earth to get the crew to quit brawling and back to work. I was glad to have Willis aboard, for he actually has been a captain, and when he roared I could study how an experienced captain roars. Two points, among a great many other good points, but Latitude seemed to think he deserved a hundred spotlights for his two points, and everyone else deserved shadow.

He made his points over and over and over, and called everyone deaf for not hearing him, when he had been heard. However in charges James Sexton, defender of the oppressed, to save Latitude from…. To defend Latitude from the fact his two points are not even close to being central, and are actually at the periphery of the issue? All in all, James Sexton never scrubbed a deck for us, but did contribute to a mutiny. All in all, these three took up a lot of space and time, and all we got out of it was two rather inconsequential points.

I will remember them, if I captain another voyage RE: Jon. Thank you for clarifying how cod can breed at depth, and the eggs then float up to the surface. In twenty-five words you added more to the discussion than others did with thousands. RE: eyesonu Though you jest, a harvest of seals could suppy food, oil, and fur. It would be stupid to just slaughter them. RE: Some commented earlier on the history of the three-mile-limit. The reason I blame Russia, though there were others, is because besides sending a fleet, they sent a floating factory.

The politics surrounding the madness of allowing them to sail so close and over-fish so badly could be the subject for another post. Like Global warming, it is proof politicians are capable of the most dunderheaded deeds. RE: Some people commented earlier about my brief mention, in the original essay, about people who sailed to our shores for the cod, and one mentioned walrus, long before the Pilgrims.

The topic I was focused on this post was how to get the codfish population back up to former levels. I think the conclusion is that the protection of the sea bottom ought receive much more attention than it does. More study of the ecology of the fish that breed at sea is needed. I still think the idea of floating hatcheries that release very young cod ought be explored. However if turns out to be as impractical as wind turbines, dump my idea altogether.

Thanks for the link, Jon. The conclusions of the study?

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Overfishing was the culprit for the decline. Let me quote from their discussion emphasis mine :. Discussion The collapse of cod in Eastern Canada Our analysis clearly shows very high fishing mortality in the late s and early s. This high fishing mortality is much higher than these populations can sustain Hutchings and Myers, Hutchings and Myers argued against this hypothesis.

They showed that the components of the population were drastically reduced before this time, that fishing effort had greatly increased in the late s, and that the ocean was not cold on a century time scale.