Having stopped for a quick picture of the sunrise and some geese in Mill Valley this morning, I was wholly unprepared to stop for additional footage. But the excitement in Sausalito was something that I have never seen in my life. As I stopped, annoyed by the stop light on Bridgeway by the Starbucks, there was obviously some commotion ahead with lots of birds and what sounded a bit like gunshots (maybe the gunshots was the Metallica – One playing in my head phones, anyways). Rounding the corner, I was introduced to thousands of pelicans in the water, just jamming themselves full of some sort of fish. Further investigation revealed a few dozen fishing boats and more than a few fishermen on the shore tossing nets.
I pulled my bike to the side and grabbed my phone to snap some footage. I wish I would have gotten this conversation on tape. Imagine the gnarliest Irish fisherman you have ever seen and a Philippine, toothless fisherman tossing the net from the shoreline. The Phillipine was literally throwing an empty net into the Bay, counting to ten, and then pulling a net full of hundreds of little fish onto shore. His partner in crime would take the orange bucket to the truck, and repeat. My guess is that they would have a truck full of fish within a half hour. Not to mention the millions of fish that were getting pulled out by the commercial boats and the pelicans.
In my best Fat Bastard Accent, “Jesus fu&*ing Christ, man. What the f&*k is going on here? I have been fishing the Bay for going on thirty years, Man. And I have never seen anything like this in my entire life! What the f&*k are those things?”
In my best broken Asian English the Philippine raises up three finger s and says, “Three days”
FB: “Three days? What the hell are they? Smelt? Anchovies?”
AE: “Three days.”
FB: “Holy sh!t, Man. Wait until I show these pictures to my kids. What the f&*k?!?”
And that was it .. the Phillipine dude just went back to hauling fish from the Bay. Surreal on so many levels.