1959 aboard the USS Mansfield DD728. This was one hell of a fishing trip. Believe it or not there were those who trolled a line when we were slow enough. This is about as slow as you go in company with a carrier. I don't remember the names of the ships in the background but the one to the right of the carrier is fueling the carrier and the destroyer to the right. Difficult to see but those three ships are connected with fuel lines. It is a very hazardous operation but necessary. I will expand on this when I can get my head around it in a later post about an "unfortunate incident". I get a little emotional about it even after 50 years.This is somewhere in the Western Pacific.
When I go fish it is to get fish to eat. I can't say I really enjoy the process except for being outside by or on the water and with those I care for. From an economic standpoint it is a dead loss. I can buy fish for three dollars (USD) a pound from a local man that fishes nearly everyday. It has not yet been frozen, it is cleaned and cut into the size I would cut it and it is perfect. Three dollars will not cover the gas alone to go fishing. The last time we went fishing we brought home no fish so the cost per pound was very high. I guess that's why there are commercial fishermen.
When I go fish it is to get fish to eat. I can't say I really enjoy the process except for being outside by or on the water and with those I care for. From an economic standpoint it is a dead loss. I can buy fish for three dollars (USD) a pound from a local man that fishes nearly everyday. It has not yet been frozen, it is cleaned and cut into the size I would cut it and it is perfect. Three dollars will not cover the gas alone to go fishing. The last time we went fishing we brought home no fish so the cost per pound was very high. I guess that's why there are commercial fishermen.
For three dollars and sixty cents (USD) a pound I can go to my favorite Chinese joint and get it breaded and deep fried and it is delicious.
I ran errands today and I am happy to say that it was successful. Mostly when I run errands it is frustrating but today I found everything on my list except fabric for my monks robe.
Now I can do the left side loader on my cargo bike, finish my eyeball art project and go for a bike ride.
Oh yeah, and work on these post which I find somehow physiologically rewarding. I love the comments. It is nice to know that I am not alone in this universe.
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I just got done watching a docu on food called Food Inc. Very interesting...so to read your post on the cost of fresh fish well I have been thinking a lot about the cost of food and where it comes from etc. Guess with that thot going thru my head and reading your post...I came up one for my blog. Now I gotta run and get it posted while I am on a roll. Thanks for kick start.
One of the things I miss by living in Denver is fresh seafood. You can get never-frozen fish and shellfish, but it is flown in by jet and priced way outside my modest budget.
In the 1970s, in Savannah, Tennessee (about 100 miles east of Memphis), we would often buy fresh shrimp out of the backs of pickup trucks. Those guys would go down to the Gulf, load up with shrimp, and ice it down (cold, but unfrozen), then drive north, selling shrimp as they went. Once they ran out, they drove back to the Gulf to load up again.
I don't recall what we paid, by the pound, but it was less than the frozen-then-thawed stuff available in the local groceries.
Any time I get within range of fresh seafood, I tend to gorge on it.
Same here nuthing better than good ole Gulf Shrimp. of Course living in Seabrook Texas we often went down to the boats docks in Kemah and get it so fresh some of them were still kicking. Take em home, cook em up and stuff ourselves. Then I got my own boat, and started catching my fresh fish to go along with them.
That food/money stuff drives me crazy every single time I think about it. I see there is a book called "The 76$ Tomato", so we are at least not the only ones who ask ourselves: How on earth did this food come here?
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