Passing the Time

One word to desribe this season: Bleak. No fish, less than average weather, and no sign of anything turning around.

It is madening sitting out here and not making money, but there is no one to blame but the fish.

The runs of fish are far behind their expected counts for this time of year, leaving the biologists in charge with no choice but to drastically reduce the amount of fishing time given to the fleet.

We have now spent twice as much time anchored up than with our nets in the water.

Amidst the stress and concern, we find ourselves trying to keep from absolute boredom on a boat totaling less than 275 square feet; where less than half of that space is inside and out of the relentless rain.

At this time I would like to personally thank Netflix for making some of their content avaible for download and preventing me from falling into complete insanity.

Other activities include card games, eating, and sleeping. When we do get a break in the rain, taking our raft to shore to stretch the legs and go for a hike is a nice treat.

So much time is spent waiting, but eventually the waiting starts to feel like wasting; decreasing the urge to be here both physically and mentally.

At this point we hope. Hope the fish are just late, hope the season will still be strong, and hope that in the end we will turn a profit making it all worth while.

Only time will tell if our hopes are fulfilled, but for now we wait, patiently, passing the time.