Geologist As Fisherman
summer of recon geology in
second evening at the camp my assistant suggested that perhaps we could
supplement our rations with a fresh fish by setting a net that was hanging in
the ice house. It sounded like a good plan to me and we took the net out about
200 yards from shore and set it in about 25 feet of water.
the weather turned and by morning we were enveloped by major winds and rain and
we could not safely get out to haul the net to see if a fish supper was indeed
at hand. In fact, it was not until the late afternoon of the second day that we
were finally able to retrieve the net.
we were to find that we had somewhat more than a single fish for supper in our
net. In fact, we had some 34 fish in all, ranging in weight from two to 10
pounds. They were predominantly whitefish and walleye, with a few ancillary ling
and one large lake trout thrown in for good measure. We decided to eat the lake
trout, but what to do with the rest of the catch? We couldn’t eat them all and
we were not prone to simply discarding them. My partner then suggested that we
send them back to Thompson on the plane that was due in the next day.
So we cleaned them up, packed them in ice in a couple boxes we managed to
cobble together, and sent them out to civilization.
later when the pilot returned for a planned camp move, he had orders from some
of the locals for more fish, in particularly walleye. Our new found popularity
with the Thompson crowd quickly abated, however, when the pilot returned with
the message that we had retired from our fishing career. Our boss, on the other
hand, was delighted to think we were back at geology full time!