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"LIMMITED ENTRY?” (Point Pleasant, NJ)
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| Sunday, May 4, 2008 | |||||||
| To ALL fishermen, Please read this story, keeping in mind, that the National Marine Fisheries Service gets its funding from a tariff on imported sea food. After you read this article please go to: http://www.cnie.org/NLE/CRSreports/04May/RS21799.pdf and read about the Saltonstall-Kennedy Fisheries Funding Report. "Proof that there is an obvious conflict of interest between "Fisheries Experts," and Fishermen! Chinese seafood targeted in new food safety effort St. Louis Post-Dispatch WASHINGTON - In March, inspectors checking Chinese seafood arriving at U.S. ports made some unsettling discoveries: fish infected with salmonella in Baltimore and Seattle and shrimp with banned veterinary drugs in Florida. Meanwhile, Chinese seafood is a prime target of legislation in Congress to revamp decades-old inspection mechanisms in hopes of protecting Americans in a globalized food system.
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March 8, 2008 |
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Why is it that regulators make us fisherman seek out the fish that are the biggest breeders and by all accounts, the bigger the fish the more chemicals (pcb’s) fish contain? It seems to me it would be a lot healthier for the general public to eat the smaller fish, like we were able to do years ago. Which reminds me of a story that I read years ago. I’m not sure if I remember all the details, but it goes something like this. The year was about 0030 and there were a lot of starving people sitting on the banks of a river called the Nile. There were no fish to be found by a guy named St. Peter and the situation was desperate. Along comes a guy named Jesus who gave St. Peter some secret loran bearings and told him to go cast his nets so he could feed his people. St. Peter untied his lines and jumped in his center console along with some of his followers and a couple of 4.0 reels tied to sticks. It turns out on the first set the boat was full of fish so the crew headed back to shore, thankful that there were no minimum size regulations. It was a miracle of biblical proportions. When they reached shore it was brought to their attention that Jesus multiplied what little bread they had to feed the masses. All was well on the banks of the Nile that day without the help of the National Marine Fisheries Service. Fish is food…so EAT IT! |
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| February 21, 2008 | |||||||
Where the buoys are During the mid seventies when sludge from New York was still being dumped twelve to fifteen miles off the New Jersey coast, the Federal Government sent an outfit (EPA) from the west coast to do some research off the Jersey coast. While working aboard the research vessel, Atlantic Twin, my brother and I had another opportunity to witness “scientific research” at its best. For a particular research project in the mid 70's, the EPA established a two part plan: 1) deploy two very intricate underwater sensors designed to analyze the temperature, salinity and in general, water quality; and 2) determine if the sludge being dumped spread all over the ocean or was the sludge and pollution contained in what was called “The NY Bight.” One sensor would be stationary and anchored to the ocean floor. The second sensor would be set about mid-water (between the bottom and the surface) and secured to a small sea anchor so it would drift with the current and marked with a buoy so we could retrieve it at a later date. Both sensors were to be monitored twenty-four hours a day for five days. Loading equipment and securing it usually took a whole day but we knew there was a small window of opportunity to complete this research project (five days) so we worked diligently to accommodate this group of highly educated research scientists. While steaming (pretty nautical, huh?) toward our coordinates I was asked if we had anything on-board to measure the length of the line they were to use on their buoy. I found a yardstick from our tool locker. It was summarily dismissed. I was told that the line had to be measured in meters because this was “scientific research” (pooh, pooh!). These “highly educated” scientists eventually decided to measure the line the old-fashioned way, which was to grab the line with each hand and spread your arms across your chest (wing span). This method has been used by commercial fisherman for centuries and is pretty accurate but it did not seem very “scientific”. Upon reaching the station everyone was assembled on deck to review the procedure for releasing the gear overboard. The crane would lift a 700 lb. railroad wheel, which the researchers brought all the way from Seattle, Washington. The wheel was to be used as the anchor for the stationary, mid-water sensor and released over the stern of the boat. The wheel/anchor would be dropped over the stern and followed by the attached line. To prevent the line from getting tangled in the sensor two scientists would wait until there was about twenty feet of line left before they tossed their highly sophisticated equipment, followed by some more line and finally a buoy which would float and serve to mark the location. Everyone on the boat watched intently when: the anchor was dropped; followed by the line; followed by the sophisticated equipment; followed by some more line; and finally the buoy… Well, apparently one of the “smart” people measured the line improperly and the buoy disappeared beneath the surface. There was stunned disbelief on the faces of the scientists and hysterical laughter coming from the crew. I had to pick my brother, Bill, up off the deck having initially thought he hurt himself falling down. He was fine other than a stomachache from laughing. It gets better-- standby. After the laughter…and the tears subsided, the scientific researchers got together and decided we should try to retrieve the gear with a grappling hook. You should know that before loran C, we used a system called loran A which accuracy was only good to about one thousand feet and not fifty feet as with loran C, or five feet with GPS. Hours went by and there was no sign of their $15, 000 to $20,000 gear which disappeared with the 700 lb anchor and marker buoy. Recognizing they could not just abandon this expensive gear that they brought from the west coast, they decided we would go back to port and rent sonar equipment! (Did you know you could rent sonar equipment?) For the next day I held pieces of steel while our engineer, Scotty Anderson, welded everything needed to support the part of the sonar to be submerged. The aft cabin on our vessel soon contained all the rented scopes and headphones needed for our sonar search. Back on station later that day the transducer was lowered into the water. The scientists began mulling around the big sonar screen. The chief scientist put on the headphones that looked like something out of a World War II submarine movie and the “PINGS” began. Back and forth, back and forth we went in a search pattern trying to locate items that would make or break the scientist in charge. The tension was palpable and the silence deafening for more than three hours. Scotty and I stuck our heads in the door where the only thing that could be herd was the “ping, ping, ping” along with a lot of heavy breathing. Scotty broke the silence by asking a question we all wondered: “How do you know when you lock onto the lost equipment?” All hell broke loose when the sonar operator took off the headphones, threw them to the ground and screamed, “How the fuck do I know, I never operated one of these things before!” You can't make this stuff up. |
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Getting to know the enemy |
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| I am aware the Pew people are much farther to the left than Karl Marx, but
while reviewing their scientific babble I came to the conclusion that their left
arms are probably longer than their right arms from patting themselves on the back. |
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January 17, 2008
Working as a deck hand on a boat during the early to mid seventies was rewarding in many ways. It allowed me to be around the water which was always a top priority while I was growing up. The job paid well and while we were out to sea I was unable to spend any of the money so saving was easy. Little did I know that working with scientists would provide such an assortment of humorous events for my brother Bill and I to reminisce about over the years. Many of our trips were for the purpose of doing bottom grabs which consisted of picking up, with our deck crane, what looked like a giant clam upside down, and free spooling it to the ocean floor. Prior to releasing this (Smith-McIntyre) bottom grab, it had to be cocked with a steel bar while a second person had to put a pin in the triggering mechanism. Upon retrieving this bottom grab, the sediment would then be analyzed. This was surely hazardous duty for the people who sorted through the muck, for the smell was hard enough to take at my station twenty feet away operating the crane. Lighting on deck at nighttime was certainly adequate, but some of the scientists had some trouble putting the pin in while someone else pulled hard on the spring mechanism with the steel bar. On one of those occasions I heard some one say, "Is the pin in yet?" as he was pulling down hard on the lever, and again he said, "Is the pin in yet?" to which the reply was, "I think so." It wasn't...the steel bar hit the guy who was suppose to put the pin in right on the top of his head and he went down for the count. We had to immediately stop the bleeding and took him to Sandy Hook, which was not too far away. He survived his injury and the next day he was back on the boat ready to resume his duties as chief mud expert, only this time everyone had brand new bright yellow miners helmets with adjustable head lamps. Adjusting to their new equipment was somewhat problematic. Apparently no one read the instruction manual concerning the light. The educated idiot who was suppose to put the pin in the bottom grab had his light beam shining up and to the right, but instead of adjusting the light he kept tilting his head down and to the left in a fruitless attempt to focus the light on his target area. You can't make these stories up! We, as fisherman, are suppose to trust that the information we receive from their studies are factual, but I have seen first hand their bumbling ways and I can't believe that most of their research isn't as flawed as the people who obtain it. My distain for the NMFS as you can plainly see is a learned behavior. January 12, 2008 Incompetence when it comes to research Only a few years ago a government research boat was doing the same kind of trawl surveys and their results were very poor on some fish. When questioned on their research they became very arrogant and said their surveys were sound science. A local fisherman challenged their research and and convinced them to tow next to each other and the results were nothing short of astonishing. The local fisherman caught many times more than the research vessel. It was later found out that the towing cables on the research boat were improperly marked which made it impossible for the net to open properly! You can't make these stories up. More to come on NMFS incompetence....remember, "Hookemandhackem." January 3, 2008 The National Marine Fisheries Service keeps telling the fishing public that the information they use to justify fishing quotas is, "The best science available." Why is it that I have asked over 400 of my customers this past year, two questions: 1) How many times have you caught the limit this past season? 2) How many times has anyone from NMFS or any other government agency, asked you how many fish have you caught on any given day, week or month? The answer to question number one was under twenty but that doesn't mean everyone on the boat caught the limit. The answer to question number two was ...NEVER ! That is correct, not one out of 400+ people that I personally asked ever had any kind of contact with NMFS about how many fish they actually caught. In conclusion, the information that is used to establish fishing quotas has to be not just misleading but utter nonsense. It is impossible to get anywhere close to an accurate count if you don't ask the participants in the fluke fishery ??? |
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