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.
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