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  • EPISODE 630 FISH DERBY, PORT CREDIT, AGUST 27, 2022: THE HUNT FOR THE LARGEST PREDATOR IN THE GREAT LAKES






    EPISODE 630    FISH DERBY, PORT CREDIT, AGUST 27, 2022: THE HUNT FOR THE LARGEST PREDATOR IN THE GREAT LAKES

    SOMEWHERE OUT THERE,  BENEATH THE SURFACE,  IS A HUGE AND VERY UGLY PREDATOR

    alan skeoch
    august 27, 2022



    SOMEWHERE OUT THERE ARE 47 FISHBOATS

    SOMEWHERE DEEP DOWN OUT THERE IS A GIANT HUNGRY PREDATOR SALMON

    SOMETIME THIS AUGUST 27 MORNING, THE TWO WILL MEET


    alan skeoch
    August 27, 2022

    Dateline: Dawn, August 27
    Somewhere under the surface of Lake Ontario…perhaps 3 miles off the Port
    Credit coast there is a huge salmon. He or she is just waking up 200 feet below the
    surface.  This hungry beast has spent the night resting among  perhaps a thousand 
    kin.  They are the children of wild Pacific salmon let loose in Lake Michigan to gobble
    up the alewives that had by 1964 taken over the Great Lakes. One man changed
    the Great Lakes forever when he let loose salmon fingerlings in the waters of Lake Michigan
    in that year.

    The story of Howard Tanner is appended below.  

    This photo essay celebrates the Port Credit fish derby of August 27, 2022 when 47 teams
    of fishermen coughed up the cash to fund their plan to find the  largest fish hiding in the
    dark waters off the coast of the quaint and booming village of Port Credit
    in the City of Mississauga.

    The search began in the dark hours of early morning and ended sharply at 12 noon when
    all the 47 fishbouats brought their fish to the weigh Inn station.  The winner received
    about $11,000.   Did they catch the biggest salmon predator living in the Great Lakes?
    i have no idea.  But they caught some giants.

    The largest caught was lured from the jumble of sleeping predators by the flashes
    of sunlight on lethal fish lures.  Lures that looked like alewives.

    The story is much bigger than this snippet.  The story has been told in earlier episodes.
    Today just enjoy the faces of the fishermen.  And the angry faces of the salmon.

    alan skeoch
    August 27, 2022


    BOOK REVIEW: Something Spectacular: My Great Lakes Salmon Story

    New autobiography from Dr. Howard Tanner, father of the Great Lakes salmon fishery, is an important contribution to the annals of history and an engaging read.

    Cover of Dr. Howard Tanner's book.

    It would be hard to understate the impact that Dr. Howard A. Tanner had on the Great Lakes region. Tanner was at the helm of the Michigan Department of Conservation’s Fish Division from 1964 until 1966. During this brief moment in time, Tanner set the course for massive change. Ultimately, his decisions were largely responsible for not only the introduction of coho and chinook salmon, but also the shift in emphasis from commercial to recreational fisheries management on the lakes, the rise of state authority and decline of federal authority to manage these fisheries, massive changes to state hatchery systems, and the beginning of state involvement in Great Lakes fishery research.

    In the court of public opinion, Tanner’s actions were heralded as a great success. Coastal tourism boomed, tackle companies flourished, and property values soared as “coho madness” drew unprecedented numbers of anglers from Michigan and surrounding states. Beaches that had been littered with the decaying bodies of invasive alewives now bore witness to the birth of a world-class fishery. The small silvery alewives were nearly worthless to commercial fishermen, but their booming population provided ample food for salmon.

    This 30-second story is common knowledge around Lake Michigan. It is one of those rare moments in fisheries history that transcends the community of anglers, commercial fishers, and fisheries professionals. The oft-paraphrased “line of dead fish 300 miles long” that littered popular public beaches and prime waterfront real estate was undoubtedly a key to public interest, but the booming salmon fishery that followed also enjoyed broad appreciation due to its obvious economic impacts.

    It would have been tempting for Tanner to focus only on the positive in this autobiography. Indeed, he is certainly cast as the hero of the story, but there is also a great deal of reflection on the salient criticism he received. By his own admission, he was well aware of the “firm dogma against introducing non-native species” that was based on the hard lessons and failures of the past.

    Tanner’s rebuttal to his critics sometimes reads as realpolitik justification or contention that the ends justified the means. After all, we now have more resilience and stability in predator-prey balance thanks to the increased number of predatory species found in open water. However, Tanner is also very honest about his primary motivation to “do something … spectacular” and create a new recreational fishery.

    It is fortunate that Dr. Tanner elected to write this book late in life (he is 95 at the time of publishing) because he was able to write with unvarnished honesty without risk to his professional position or the careers of colleagues. Of course, Tanner often references his membership in the “Greatest Generation” of WWII veterans and this context is very important to understanding the attitudes and cultural norms that enabled these decisions. Even so, some of Tanner’s stories might be judged more critically by today’s standards.

    Originally, his plan to do something spectacular for Michigan’s sport fishery involved three non-native fish. From an historical perspective, the discussion of all three fish species that were considered was particularly interesting. Kokanee salmon (a landlocked form of sockeye salmon) were introduced to inland lakes in Michigan before coho salmon were stocked in the Great Lakes, based in part on Tanner’s knowledge of fisheries for stocked kokanee in reservoirs from his time in Colorado. In short, the kokanee program was a failure despite early predictions for their success. Striped bass stocking in certain Great Lakes waters was considered in addition to salmon, and Tanner details the difficult decision to destroy striped bass broodstock after they were brought to a hatchery in Michigan from South Carolina.

    At the end of the day, Tanner maintains his belief that the salmon introduction was “the right decision at the right time.”  A great many anglers, coastal residents, and small business owners along the Great Lakes’ shores would agree with this wholeheartedly. Among fisheries biologists and Great Lakes ecologists, I think it is fair to say that opinions are more nuanced while state-licensed and tribal commercial fishers have more negative views (which are explored along with sport fishing views in the book Fish for All).

    In addition to providing an insider’s perspective on the birth of the Great Lakes salmon fishery, Tanner provides readers with a look at his early life spent fishing for trout, deployment in the South Pacific, and his graduate research on lake fertilization. Along with providing context for his later work, these early chapters serve to remind us just how much things have changed since the early days of fisheries management.

    For example, Tanner initially hypothesized that fertilizing lakes would increase trout production. After adding nutrients to a lake, Tanner observed that trout growth increased over the first summer, but there was a large fish die-off that winter due to oxygen depletion below the ice. Today we take it for granted that fertilizing glacial lakes in the upper Midwest is a terrible idea because excess nutrients lead to increased decomposition and decreases in dissolved oxygen. Early research projects like Tanner’s provided the science that led to our current paradigm of seeking to reduce nutrient inputs to lakes, as opposed to increasing them.

    Mindsets change slowly, but Dr. Tanner’s tell-all autobiography paints us a vivid picture of that moment in time where everything changed dramatically and almost overnight. Those times still factor into the psyche of today’s anglers. The mix of seemingly unlimited forage, the overnight sensation of a booming fishery in response to stocking, and the equation of “more fish stocked = more fish caught” that held true for decades left a deep imprint. Now, as we collectively look toward the future, Tanner’s book provides crucial historical context for our present situation and a thoughtful exploration of the critical factors that led to his decision.

    This book is available in hardcover from MSU Press for $39.95 (or ebook $31.95) at http://msupress.org/books/book/?id=50-1D0-44D9#.XD458ml7mM8


  • EPISODE 6 SHARING COTTAGE LIFE WITH GEORGE AND PENNY AUGUST 23-25 2022 GEORGIAN BAY


    EPISODE 6        SHARING  COTTAGE LIFE WITH GEORGE AND PENNY   AUGUST 23-25   2022 GEORGIAN BAY

    alan skeoch
    august 23-25, 2022


    COTTAGE LIFE ON  GEORGIAN BAY

    Some regular;ar readers may wonder why the episodes stopped so abruptly,.
    Marjorie and I took a three day holiday with George and Penny and sampled cottage life
    in Ontario. 
    why should you be interested?  There is a chance that some readers do not have cottages…or do not
    have old style cottages that were once common.  So here are a few pictures
    of cottage life on Georgian Bay, Ontario.   We are so lucky to have the Great Lakes
    nearby  so just pretend you came along with us.  It will be a short trip….time enough
    for a wilderness walk and a lingering swim before the leaves turn red gold and the water
    cools.

    SURPRISE

    “What day is it , Marjorie?”

    “August 24, 2022, I think!  Holy Cot, this is our 59th wedding anniversary…we forgot”
    “59 years have passed by ..full years.  Do you think the boys will remember?”
    “I doubt it since we did not remember either”

    Penny and George took over…dinner preceded by gin and tonic.  And followed by
    outlandish stories of all our married lives.,,all four of us….hooting and laughing at
    the foibles of married life.  A wonderful time.

    “Remember when you insisted that our honeymoon hotel have one double bed….no
    other beds, Alan?  You did not want marriage to start with separate beds.””
    “Yes, and the hotel creeps just shoved two single beds together with a big sheet disguise.”
    “Remember what caused the two beds to split apart as we consummated  the marriage.?”

    Stories like that rolled from our lips….four voices trying to top each other…good time friends..


    Nothing quite like a cottage road weaving through an oak and white pine forest.




    One upon a time cottages were small cabins tucked in the forest like this one.




    And footpaths led to the open water.



    Sand wind blown in places but held in place in others….held by wild grasses.








    Penny and Marjorie all set for two hours swimming and wading and talking and laughing.
    Carefree time.



















    Penny and George

  • Fwd: EWPISODE 639 “WE BOUGHT HATS TO HIDE OUR HEADS” Private Jack Skeoch speaking




    EPISODE 629       GRANDSON JACK SKEOCH TO GRANDPA ALAN SKEOCH


    alan skeoch
    Aug. 19. 2022









    “Grandpa,. all our unit bought hats to hide our heads.”  
    “Why?”

    Jack’s answer makes me ashamed to be a Canadian… but at
    the same time proud of my grandson, Jack Skeoch.   These are bad times
    for us all, but particularly bad for young people of principle.




    Today, Jack and I spent the whole day clearing the barn.  We talked a lot,
    Not preachy kind of talk   just grandpa to grandson.  Just an old man
    talking to a young Canadian soldier, Princess Patricia Light Infantry (PPLI) who had just passed basic training.

     Now Private Jack Skeoch.  Pleased with himself…. for Basic Training is no joke.  


    “We get yelled at a lot…and 
    push ups are demanded for tiny tiny infractions. Our unit surprised the sergeants because we are remarkably
    physically fit. Watch this….”  

    Jack dropped flat to the ground and did rapid fire push ups as if they were handshakes.He is tough.
    And that is where the hats enter the picture.

    “Why did your army unit…your new friends…buy those nondescript baseball hats, Jack?”
    “The hats hide our short haircuts.”
    “Why hide the haircuts?”
    “Because our short hair…shorn like sheep…our short hair identifies us as Canadian soldiers…new soldiers.”
    “So what?”
    “So when we get week end  leave we like to have a beer or two in Edmonton pubs…not a lot Granddad…sometimes we
     get into trouble.  A lot of the local guys in Edmonton like to pick fights with us.”
    “Must be a reason?”
    “No reason Grandpa…makes no sense at all but it happens.  So we all went out and bought
    the baseball hats to disguise ourselves.”
    “Maybe the locals are jealous. It takes guts to join the Canadian army….and not everyone is accepted.”
    “Some make comments…try to egg us on.”
    “Do fights happen?”
    “Not yet.  Anyway we are not allowed to fight back.  The sergeants made that clear.  If we get
    into a fight we could be sent home…booted out of the army,”
    “I guess there is a point.  We do not want Canadian soldiers running around
    looking for fights.  We expect better of them than that.   Does that sound right, Jack?”
    “Seems so.”

    Jack just came home this week.   Three weeks of leave after passing basic training.  He went away 
    as a 19 year old kid unsure of what life path he would take.  A lot of kids face that today.  They
    dom’t have clear steps in life’s journey. Voltaire’s Candide….young French kid who ventured into 
    the world around him and concluded “If this is the best of all possible worlds, what then of the others.”

      When I was Jack’s age I had no idea what I would
    do with my life.  Just rolled along.  Went to Victoria College at the U. of T. for no firm reason.
    Best reason I could think of was it might be a good place to find a wife.  But that thought was suppressed
    at first.  Went with my best friend Russ Vanstone who was just as lost as I was back then.   Nicest ting about first year university was our college football
    team.   Just like Jack’s army unit.  New and firm friends.  I skipped a lo of lectures and drank a lot of beer.

    “Jack, what do your high school chums think of you joining the Canadian Army?”
    “Most do not know….I never say.”
    “Why not?”
    “Most would not understand.  Being a Canadian soldier is the last thing on their minds I think.”
    “But they must know?”
    “Nope, they don’t.  We do not wear our uniforms…no one back here suspects I am a soldier.  And I
    like to keep it that way.”
    “You had a goo job before enlisting…making good money…gave that up.  Must have been hard to do that?”
    “Not really.  I wanted to do something myself…find a purpose in life. you might say.”
    “What do your mom and dad think?”
    “They agree…they don’t go around boasting but I think they are impressed
    that I made the decision.   Dad  welcomed me into his business.  But he did not interfere.
    You know that because you and Grandma came with them to my graduation along with my sister Molly.
    Some of the guys did not have tha kind of support.”

    So Jack and I Spent the whole day making the barn presentable.  I have a small rental busiess . Historic objects
    used in the motion picture industry.  Piles of things that movie set people rent.  A lot of the things cannot
    be seen due to the clutter so Jack and  I sorted the good from the bad.  Then hauled the bad to the dump. It was good fun.
    Some things we found were just plain junk but Jack never said that.  He respected my collection. 

    “What’s that, Grandpa?
    “Tree climbing harness …hang tools from it and a chain saw…Heavy”
    “And you don’t want it?”
    “No movie request…horse harness is more popular.”
    “Can I have it then?”
    “Sure…but dangerous.”

    Jack and Molly Skeoch, long ago, admiring my collection of ancient machines….fanning mills.


    “Jack, some people are horrified at this stuff.  Fine by me.  They will never be competition.  There is
    a secret few people understand in this business.  To make a period movie believable then things worn. bent or busted
    by the human hand are necessary.  Especially for rural sciences.   A broken plow leating against a rusty 45
    gallon drum with a broken pump inserted makes a good background scene.  A teeter totter with peeling paint  for a playground..
    A bashed up hawker’s cart for a market scene.

    .   Jack did not object to these gems..  We debated the fate of a wooden four drawer filing cabinet…1920;s kind….then
    cast it in the junk pile which made room for an 1890 grain cleaning machine which looks prettier.   A set of spike tooth harrows on wood
    mounts was also hauled to the dump.  Just too dangerous to lay hidden in the weeds like a bear trap.

    I learned more about him.    He is a good 
    person making his way on his own like hundreds…thousands…of high

    school students cast adrift by the Covid pandemic.   He made me feel good about our

    collection….never used the word junk.regarded artefacts from the distant past as treasures.









    .


    Strange thing about the day.  Ordinary day really but I think it will be fondly remembered forever.
    I am thinking about Jack’s decision to wear a hat.  Such a simple thing but full of meaning…a lesson in life.

    alan
  • EWPISODE 639 “WE BOUGHT HATS TO HIDE OUR HEADS” Private Jack Skeoch speaking

    EPISODE 629       GRANDSON JACK SKEOCH TO GRANDPA ALAN SKEOCH


    alan skeoch
    Aug. 19. 2022



    “Grandpa,. all our unit bought hats to hide our heads.”  
    “Why?”

    This story is coming next.  It makes me ashamed to be a Canadian but at
    the same time proud of my grandson, Jack Skeoch.   These are bad times
    for us all, but particularly bad for young people of principle.

    Today, Jack and I spent the whole day clearing the barn.  We talked a lot,
    Not preachy kind of talk   just grandpa to grandson.  Just an old man
    talking to a young Canadian soldier who had just passed basic training.
    I learned more about him.    He is a good 
    person making his way in a uncaring world. 

    The fact he bought this hat made me ashamed of some Canadians.  Proud of Jack.

    The story is coming.

    But right now there is no room in my office to type. Our house is full of people…every
    room taken.



    alan
  • EPISODE 627 “PLEASE GET OUT OF MY WAY, ALAN….I’M BUSY”

    EPISODE 627   “ALAN, PLEASE GET OUT OF MY WAY, ALAN, I’M VERY BUSY”


    alan skeoch
    August 17, 2022



    “Please Get out of my way , Alan, I am busy.”
    “Now is that any way to talk to your husband?”
    “Only way … if the husband is you, Alan.”

    Naturally I was deeply hurt by this order.  Marjorie’s “Order Number One”
    But I will follow instructions.

    Marjorie seems overworked…do not see why.

    Alan, put out the garbage….I  do not do garbage
    Alan, cut the grass…three lawns….I do not do grass, bought you a new mower
    Alan, could you load and empty the dishwasher at least once in your life….I do not do dishes
    Alan, could you at least put  your clothes in the laundry basket….I do not do laundry
    Alan, could you at least make rice pudding…I do not cook even though I love rice pudding.
    Alan, could you help make the bed….I do not make beds
    Alan, could you wash the truck….I do not wash trucks
    Alan, could you clean out the truck at least….I bought you a leaf blower for that purpose.
    Alan, you did not buy the leaf blower, it was a gift from Andrew…..I do not do gifts
    Alan, could you clean the toilet….are you kidding, I do not do toilets.
    Alan, could you cut those broken tree branches….I do not butcher trees.
    Alan, could you dust and air the dog bed…I do not do dog beds
    Alan, could you pull weeds from zinnia bed….I do not pulll weeds, I think the zinnias like company anyway
    Alan, could you get rid to the squirrels in our roof…I do not do squirrels
    Alan, could you go to the store for bread…..i do not shop, why do you think I bought you a bicycle?
    Alan, could you feed the birds, seed is all ready for you….I do not feed birds
    Alan, could you take Woody for a walk….I do not walk dogs.
    Alan, could you get gas for y car….I do not get gas, too expensive
    Alan, could you clean up your desk….I keep important stuff on top, like my camera. I do not do desks.
    Alan, could you be a spare with my bridge club…I do not do bridge unless flattered as a helping husband
    Alan, could you clean the windows, the grandkids are coming….I don’t do windows.
    Alan, could you at least hold the ladder?  ….suppose I could

    Alan,  I am very busy… Doing What Marjorie?

    Now readers should not get too alarmed.  These are overstatements
    meant to be self-decrecating.  Granted, however, they are close to the truth.
    And I must make some changes.  I’m a man.  I can change. I think. Maybe.h Right now I do not know how to use the stove,
    the washer or the drier  Nor do I know how used clothes get from our bedroom to
    the laundry basket.   But I can change.

    My indolence is not all my fault.  When we got married Marjorie politely asked
    me to ’stay out of the kitchen’…a strategic error on her part.  And on my part as
    well because I can no longer look after myself.  Marjorie was a professional…a 
    U of T  Home Ec grad.

     Before marriage I was a prospector and had a crew to look
    after.  We rotated the cooking.  Ate a lot of porridge and French toast.  Self-reliant.
    Was even skilled at cutting the first slice from our sides of sowbelly (bacon) because that’s
    where the blow flies laid their larva every day.  Gross, I know that.  Marriage
    ended that bit of self-reliance.  Marjorie even joined our bush crew one summer…cook,
    seamstress, entertainer.  Entertainer?  Yes, she had to make a bathing suit
    for Serge Lavoie….bathing suits were not needed until she arrived with her sewing machine which
    was just a boat anchor at Mile 79 on the ACR because we had no electricity.
    She had scissors, needles and thread however.  

    Why does Marjorie do so much work?  Simple and admiring answer is that women are
    natural  multi-taskers.  They can have three pots on the burners and a couple
    of pies in the oven all at once while emptying the dishwasher and getting the daily
    paper.  

    I TRIED TO CHANGE LAST WEEK…FAILED

    “Marjorie, today I am going to make rice pudding,” I announced last week.
    “Wonders never cease.”
    “Where is the rice…and brown sugar, cinnamon, raisons?  I have the milk”
    “Just let me get the rice ready,” she interrupted and got The rice boiling.
    “Rice is the essence of rice pudding, how do you expect me to be self-reliant?”
    “Pay attention to the stove top. You could burn yourself or set the house on fire”

    Bottom line, I really did not make the rice pudding.





    Marjorie is a multi multi multi multi tasker.    Lucky man, Alan.