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  • EPISODE 300 LIFE AND DEATH IN THE LARGEST FFISH BOWL ON PLNET EARTH; the great lakes speech feb. 29, 2020


    EPISODE 300: LIFE AND DEATH IN THE LARGEST FISH BOWL ON PLANET EARTH (PART ONE)

    SPEECH AT STONEHOOKER BREWERY (PART 1)
    FEB. 29,2020

    ALAN SKEOCH
    FEB. 29, 2020
     updated April 2, 2021


    I HAVE NO BOAT.  I HAVE NO FISHING ROD.  I HAVE NO SPEAR. I CAN SWIM BUT POORLY SO.
     BUT I DO HAVE IMAGINATION.
    TODAY WE STAND ON THE EDGE OF THE GREATEST SOURCE OF FRESH WATER IN THE WORLD.
    A WORLD THAT WILL NEED  THIS WATER IN FUTURE YEARS.  FOR WE ARE ALL MADE MOSTLY OF
    WATER.

    Today
    I STAND HERE AND MARVEL AT THE FORCES THAT GROUND OUT THIS HUGE AND  DEEP SERIES 
    OF LAKES.  GREAT LAKES INDEED   IT IS  A HUMBLING EXPERIENCE.

     I WOULD LIKE TO TELL YOU MY EXPERIENCE WITH THIS LAKE.  SOME  FIRST HAND…SOME
    SECOND  HAND.   EIGHT DECADES HAS  BEEN LOTS OF TIME TO WONDER.  BUT EIGHT DECADES
    IS ONLY AS A GRAIN OF SAND ON THE BEACHES OF THIS LAKE.




    A TITLE?    “LIFE AND DEATH IN THE LARGEST FISH BOWL ON PLANET EARTH”

    THIS LAKE WAS NOT ALWAYS HERE.  BEFORE LAKE ONTARIO EMERGED  THERE WAS  A HUGE 
    INLAND  SEA .   A SEA SO BIG THAT IT COVERED MOST OF THE PLANET EARTH.  BENEATH US
    THAT SEA HAS LEFT REMINDERS.   FOSSILIZED CREATURES PRESSED INTO ANCIENT MUD, NOW
    SHALE.

    SOME OF THE  FIRST CREATURES TO LIVE ON OUR PLANET.   CREATURES SO OLD THAT EVEN
    THE BEST MINDS IN THIS ROOM WILL BE BOGGLED.   CREATURES  588 MILLION YEARS OLD…CREATURES
    THAT LIVED IN THIS ORDOVICIAN SEA FOR 43 MILLON YEARS AND THEN IN THE TWINKLING OF THE EYE
    OF TIME WERE GONE.  MOST WERE GONE IN ONE OF THE FIVE GREAT EXTINCTIONS THAT HAVE
    HAPPENED HERE.


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    Image result for crinoid anatomy

    LET ME DESCRIBE ONE OF THESE CREATURES.  THE CRINOID.  AN ANIMAL  THAT LOOKED LIKE
    A PLANT.    FEET THAT GRASPED  THE SEA BOTTOM.  A LONG SPINAL CHORD THAT LOOKED LIKE
    A PIECE OF ROPE.  AT TOP THAT HAD MANY LONG TENTACLES THAT GRABBED PLANKTON AND
    SHOVED THE FOOD  INTO A GAPING MOUTH.  AN  ANIMAL WITH MOUTH AND BUM LOCATED SIDE
    BY SIDE. MOST CRINOIDS ARE SMALL BUT NOT ALL WERE SUCH. THE LARGEST WAS  140 FEET LONG.
     EXTINCT NOW?  NOT QUITE.  ONE WAS  SIGHTED IN THE BAHAMAS RECENTLY.

    YOU WOULD NOT WANT TO MEET THIS GUY…NAUTILOIDS ARE CARNIVEROUS…SOME STILL EXIST DEEP IN
    THE PACIFIC OCEAN…THEY ARE NOCTURNAL…NASTY.

    Giant Trilobite Fossil Found on Australia
    FOSSIL OF A GIANT TRILOBITE FOUND IN AUSTRALIA.  SMALLER TRILOBITES
    ARE COMMON FOSSILS FOUND IN SEDIMENTARY ROCK AROUND THE GREAT LAKES.

    NAUTILOIDS AND  TRILOBITES SWAM AMONG THE CRINOIDS.  STRANGE CREATURES.
    PALEOZOIC ERA WHICH LASTED  FROM 542 TO 250 MILLION YEARS AGO…300 MILLION YEARS!

    THE BAHAMAS.  THAT IS WHERE PORT CREDIT WAS MILLIONS OF YEARS AGO.  IN THE TROPICS.  THE EARTH
    IS A LIVING THING…IT MOVES AROUND.  WE LIVE ON TOP OF THESE HUGE TECTONIC PLATES FLOATING
    ON THE LIQUID MAGMA BENEATH US.

    YOU CAN  FIND CRINOIDS IF YOU WANT TO.  EASY.  JUST FIND A  SHINGLE BEACH LIKE THE RATTRAY
    MARSH.  THOSE SHINGLES…FLAT SLABS  OF SHALE…ARE MILLIONS  OF  YEARS OLD AND IMPRESSED
    IN MANY ARE CRINOID  FOSSILS.   

    ONE TINY SHINGLE BEACH STILL EXISTS IN PORT CREDIT.   BUT NOT FOR LONG.  DEVELOPERS WILL SOON
    GOBBLE THAT UP.  

    THE GAP BETWEEN THEN AND NOW IS MILLIONS OF YEARS WIDE.  TOO WIDE FOR MY MIND TO DO
    ANYTHING BUT MARVEL.

    MY  STORIES ARE MOSTLY PLACED IN THE PRESENT….THE LAST 200 YEARS.   LONG AFTER THE GLACIERS
    GROUND OUT OUR LAKE BOTTOM…THEN FILLED THAT HUGE CAVITY WITH MELT WATER.

    MONSTERS


    MY STORIES  ARE SHORT.  

      The Port Credit Monster…July 1892, Mr. and Mrs. Park spotted a serpent near Kingston…”eyes looked like balls of fire…” attacked them he fought it off with a pole.  Repeated sightings followed.  Oshawa, Whitby, Main Duck Islands…it was heading our way…fisherman claimed it was 40 feet long, 18 inches thick…Scarborough, Toronto…kids began  making sea monsters out of logs…August 1,1892…monster sighted off Port Credit…marathon swimmers training at the time…saw the monster…10 feet long…”Get out of the water, quick!”, screamed parents to the kids of Port Credit…At dusk Ambrose Adams, park caretaker set out in a rowboat to investigate…took a crowbar with him…newspaper sent a reporter…Adams returned at dark, announced the danger had passed for he had captured the monster and tied it to the lighthouse.  Newspaper reporter went wild…got a boat and flashlight…found the monster…a wooden rocking horse with a long tail of seaweed attached….Did that end the sightings…No.  Oct. 12, 1892, Port Credit fire chief William Newman and his son-in-law reported they had seen a creature 100 feet long.  “Without a mistake”  “We were standing on the shore close to the Port Credit Lighthouse when we sighted the serpent coming toward us, and travelling at something like 30 miles an hour.  It had a large, green head, resembling that of a lion, and would be about 20 feet in length.” The Chief said it swam in a zigzag course…water foamed around it.   People crowded Port Credit beaches in 1892.  But the serpent was never seen again.  Maybe one of you will see it someday.

    THAT WAS A FAKE MONSTER…FOOLED MANY.  BUT BELIEVE YOU ME THERE ARE MONSTERS IN OUR LAKE.

    FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS HUMANS LIVED ALONG OUR LAKESHORE AND  UP THE CREDIT RIVER.  THEY
    DEPENDED UPON THE LAKE FOR THEIR SURVIVAL AND  THE LAKE NEVER FAILED THEM.  EACH YEAR THEIR 
    DRYING RACKS WERE FESTOONED  WITH ATLANTIC SALMON SPEARED  WITH EASE AT THE MOUTH OF THE
    CREDIT RIVER.

    SOME MONSTERS  WERE HUMAN

    FIRST NATION PEOPLE’S  HISTORY ON THE CREDIT RIVER AND LAKE ONTARIO IS MUCH LONGER THAN THOSE OF EUROPEANS.  PERHAPS
    THE WORST EVENT OCCURRED HERE   WHEN THE MISSISSAUGA CANOES RETURNED FROM TORONTO
    WITH THE BODY OF CHIEF WABAKININE  AND HIS  WIFE.   BOTH MURDERED BY SGT McEWEN OF THE QUEEN’S 
    YORK RANGERS AND A COUPLE OF WHITE SETTLERS.    MY WIFE, MARJORIE, DOES NOT LIKE ME TO TELL THIS
    STORY FOR IT REFLECTS POORLY ON HUMAN BEHAVIOUR.   LAUNDERING HISTORY IS HARD TO JUSTIFY.
    MCEWEN  AND  HIS FRIENDS  WERE INTENT OF RAPE…DRAGGED  CHIEF WABAKININE’S SISTER FROM BENEATH
    HER CANOE ONE NIGHT.  THE CHIEF’S WIFE ALERTED THE CHIEF WHO TRIED TO INTERVENE.  HE HAD BEEN
    DRINKING.  HE WAS  BEATEN SO BADLY HE DIED…AS  DID HIS WIFE.  MCEWEN WAS  ARRESTED BUT THE CASE
    WENT NOWHERE.   THIS  NEARLY TRIGGERED A WAR THAT THE MISSISSAUGAS MEIGHT HAVE WON HAD NOT
    JOSEPH GRANT  INTERVENED.   CAUTIONED THAT BRITISH  ARMY WAS TOO LARGE TO FIGHT.
    THE CHIEF AND  HIS WIFE WERE BURIED HERE…SOMEWHERE.

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     Push came to shove in an even more ghastly way.  Again water was involved.  Chief Wabikinine, his wife and sister, paddled along our waterfront en route to Fort York to trade skins and dried salmon.  Trading involved brandy.   Traders were an unscrupulous lot in general.  Get the natives drunk, makes trading easier…more one sided.  Wabakinine was to be followed by the rest of the band the next day.
    He got into the brandy early.  Tottered to bed in his tent.  A soldier from Fort York, Sgt Mcuen by name, and a couple of settlers, came along and pulled Wabakinine’s sister out from under her canoe where she was sleeping.  Wabakinine and his wife tried to stop them.  He was clobbered on the head as was his wife…more than a concussion…a fatal blow.  The band found him and took him home along our waterfront…perhaps to Bronte harbour, maybe here in Port Credit…where he died.   Nearly triggered a First Nation war…which was  the last chance of a Mississauga victory for warriors were available.  But Joseph Brant cautioned against action.


    AFTER A  BEWILDERING SERIES OF TREATIES AND LAND ’SURRENDERS’,…THE SURVIVORS OF EUROPEAN DISEASES AND DECEPTIONS MOVED TO THE NEW CREIDT 
    RESERVE WHERE THEY LIVE TO THIS  DAY.  I SPOKE THERE A YEAR AGO AND WAS TREATED WARMLY I MIGHT ADD.

    IN THOSE EARLY YEARS, LAKE ONTARIO WAS THE ONLY ROAD…A WATER ROAD. SO PLACES LIKE PORT CREDIT WITH
    A NATURAL SHELTERED HARBOUR WERE IMPORTANT.  SO IMPORTANT WAS THE CREDIT RIVER THAT JOHN  GRAVES
    SIMCOE CONSIDERED LOCATING HIS GOVERNMENT HERE RATHER THAN TORONTO.  THE NAVIGABLE PART OF THE
     CREDIT RIVER WAS TOO SHORT.  HAD THE REVERSE HAPPENED OUR VILLAGE WOULD HAVE BECOME  A METROPOLIS
    DOMINATED BY THE CN TOWER.

    THIS SEEMS A GOOD TIME TO CONSIDER THE  LAKE ITSELF.

    SETTLERS FLOODED ONTARIO IN THE 19TH CENTURY.  THEIR IMPACT CHANGED THE LAKE.  THEY BUTCHERED THE FORESTS FOR BARREL STAVES, LUMBER AND  MASTS FOR THE
    KING’S SHIPS.  THEY SET FIRES EVERYWHERE FOR FOR POTASH TO MAKE EXPLOSIVES AND PERFUME.  THEY KILLED THE ATLANTIC SALMON WHOSE  GILLS COULD  NOT HANDLE SAWDUST.  WORSE  
    STILL WERE THE DAMS.  WATER WAS  POWER BUT ONLY IF THE RIVERS WERE DAMMED.  THE DAMS HAMPERED FISH FROM SPAWNING.   THE CONSTANT DUMPING OF RAW SEWAGE
    DID NOT HELP.  WE WERE FOULING OUR OWN NEST.  FISH REPRODUCTION WAS DIFFICULT…HOW COULD  FISH  GET OVER A DAM?  

    THE PROBLEM OF POLLUTANTS BECAME SO SEVERE BY 1977 THAT BOTH CANADA  AND THE UNITED STATES  PASSED THE CLEAN WATER ACT THAT MADE THE DUMPING OF
    RAW SEWAGE AND  INDUSTIRAL POLLUTANTS  IN STREAMS AND RIVERS  WAS MADE A CRIMINAL OFFENCE.  THE TRIGGER FOR ACTION WAS A RIVER IN NEW  YORK STATE
    THAT REGULARLY BURST INTO FIRE.    THAT DID NOT HAPPEN UNTIL LATE IN THE 20TH CENTURY.    THE CLEAN WATER ACT WAS ACCLAIMED AS LONG OVERDUE.  BUT IT WAS LIMIED
    TO SEWER PIPES AND FACTORY DRAINS.  NOTHING WAS SAID ABOUT PESTICIDE RUNOFF FROM FARM FIELDS.

    REMEMBER THE LAKE MONSTER…10 TO 100 FEET LONG WITH A DRAGON HEAD.  SPOTTED OFFSHORE AT PORT CREDIT IN 1893?  REMEMBER I SAID THERE WOULD BE  WORSE MONSTERS.
    BY 1960 THE FISH IN LAKE  ONTARIO WERE BEING KILLED BY A REAL  MONSTER.  ONE OF THESE MONSTERS  COULD KILL 18 KILOGRAMS OF SALMON, TROUT OR STURGEON.   THE MONSTER
    IS THE SEA LAMPREY.   UGLY THINGS WITH A HEAD  LIKE A SINK PLUNGER ONLY FILLED WITH HOOKS.  GRABS A SALMON AND SUCKS  ITS FLESH AND BLOOD UNTIL THE FISH DIES.  ONE LAMPRY
    WAS KILLING DOZENS OF LARGE FISH IN LAKE ONTARIO BY 1960.  SO MANY THAT THE WHOLE FISHERY WAS  IN JEOPARDY.   THE  PROBLEM HAS BEEN  PARTIALLY SOLVED BY PUTTING LAMPREY
    POISON IN THE HEADWATERS OF OUR  CREEKS AND RIVERS WHERE THEY BREED.   90% HAVE BEEN REMOVED.  NOT PERFECT.






    BY 1960 THE LAKE ONTARIO FISHERY WAS IN JEOPARDY FOR MANY REASONS. POLLUTION AND LAMPREYS WERE ONLY TWO  OF THEM.  OVERFISHING.  NO  LIMITS.
    NO PRESERVATIVES BUT BLOCKS OF ICE HARVESTED IN WINTER TIME AND STACKED IN FLIMSY ICE  SHACKS TO TRY AND STAVE OF DECOMPOSITION.   

    HOW MANY FISH COLD GET THROUGH THIS FISH NET?  NOT MANY.


    LITTLE MENTION IS MADE OF THIS FISHERY BY HISTORIANS.  PERHAPS  BECAUSE NO GREAT WEALTH EVER CAME FROM IT.  BUT THERE ARE SNIPPETS HERE AND
    THERE SUCH AS THE 1927 NOTE IN THE BRAMPTON COMPOSITOR THAT THE LARGEST LAKE TROUT EVER CAUGHT WAS  NETTED BY A.J. JOYCE OF PORT CREDIT, A FISHERMAN.’
    THAT TROUT WEIGHED 32.5 POUNDS.  BY 1917 COMMERCIAL FISHING WAS A DYING INDUSTRY.  POLLUTION, SEA LAMPREYS, OVERFISHING.  

    SEE FUTURE EPISODES 

    alan skeoch
    Feb. 29  2020
    updated  April 2, 2021


    POST SCRIPT

    WE ARE ENJOYING DINNER IN THE STONEHOOKER BREWERY, NAMED IN HONOUR OF PORT CREDIT’S STONEHOOKING PAST

     ON ANY GIVEN DAY IN THE 19TH CENTURY THERE WOULD
    BE 25 TO 30 SCHOONERS ANCHORED IN PORT CREDIT.   FEW OF THEM FISHED FOR FISH.  MOST OF THEM FISHED FOR SLABS  OF SEDIMENTARY ROCK…SHALE.  STONEHOOKERS THEY WERE CALLED.
    UNIQUE.  PECULIAR.  STONEHOOKERS USED OLD SCHOONERS…SAILING SHIPS RENDERED OBSOLETE BY STEAM POWERED SHIPS.  MOST OF THESE STONEHOOKERS WERE NOT
    PRETTY TO LOOK AT.  MORE ABOUT THEM WILL COME IN LATER EPISODES.

    WHY WOULD PEOPLE WANT TO ‘FISH FOR SLABS OF ROCK’?  THINK ABOUT IT.



    TYPICAL  STONEHOOKING SCHOONER IN PORT CREDIT HARBOUR CIRCA 1900



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    UNKNOWN PERSONS:  STONEHOOKING COUPLE IN PORT CREDIT
  • EPISODE 301 SLIGHT DIVERSION INTO BEE KEEPING

    EPISODE 301      SLIGHT DIVERSION INTO BEE KEEPING…

    ALAN SKEOCH
    APRIL 2, 2021




    I was a total failure as a bee keeper.  Must have been 40 years ago that I bought a bee colony from
    somewhere in the United States.  I had already bought all the support technology and had
    even taken some beekeeping instruction from a man who I thought was a friend.  Those
    are the two mistakes  I  made.  1) Thinking that used bee hives and used equipment was
    all I needed to become  a beekeeper.  2) I thought that my instructor was a friend  Oh, yes,
    he knew bees.  He had several hives but he turned out not to be a friend.  His name will not
    be mentioned.

    My package of live bees arrived in the mail and I turned them loose in my old beehives.
    I had  never heard  of all the diseases that afflict bees and was therefore startled to discover
    my bees had something that was very infectious which  I think was called Sack Brood…not sure.
    The end result was that I had to set the hive on fire and  kill my bees lest they infect other hives.
    This was not a  nice experience.

    The worst experience was when Marjorie phoned me at school to say my bee instructor
    had arrived at our house and that his intentions were not good.  In that instance I acted
    fast…called his home…did not care who was  listening.  “I am  going to say this only once…
    keep the hell away from my wife, my house,  my life.  Understand.  Or do you need more instruction!”

    TIME LAPSE OF 40 YEARS

    WE ARE NOW BEEKEEPERS…YEARS 2020 AND 2021






    Our son Andrew decided to try beekeeping much in the way  I did.  Just dive into
    it and see how it goes   Let the bees do their work.  Bee keeping is not that simple.
    Like all farming, bee keeping involves careful care which means keeping an eye
    on the bees.


    WE Have two friends who are skilled bee keepers.  Brad’s bees lived  in his back
    yard  quite happily until they flew off in a swarm.  One queen and as many worker
    bees as she could persuade just buzzed off.   The remaining bees tried to maintain
    the home hive but for various reasons  they failed  Not Brad’s fault at all.   

    My other friend Russ is an active bee keeper. He cares for his bees as  intensively as
    a mother duck  does with her ducklings.   He does steal their honey. Carefully.  Never
    steals enough to starve the bees.  And in the winter months he even takes sugar
    syrup to his bee yard.   Russ also knows how to keep bees healthy.  There are 
    chemicals .. medIcines the bees must have.

    “Andrew, maybe you and Russ should get together.  He Knows bees.”

    They both carefully examined Andrew’s bee yard.  Andrew  built a fence around
    it…wire fence…to keep the skunks away.  He made sure the bees had a
    south exposure.  And nice private place on the edge of the forest.
     He checks  his bees every week and his two hives of
    bees have survived the winter months.

    Today he is preparing for the arrival of another bee colony.

    Andrew is carrying a super of bees  into the farm kitchen.  It is not such a good picture because I was  not sure
    what kind of  reception Andrew would get with his notion that the hive should be warm beside the stove when the new bees arrive.


    “Mom,  my new bees are arriving and they must be kept
    warm so Brought a welcoming bunch of bees from the bee yard.
    You will find them in your kitchen.  Too cold  for the new 
    bees.   Try not to disturb them.”

    Marjorie is alway obliging.  The bees are now in the kitchen at the farm 
    as I speak. 

    “Here dad, take a slab of honeycomb.  The bees will never miss it. “

    “Andrew I have a gift for you.  LIppincott’s Farm Manual on Bee Keeping. 
    Published in 1923 as a hard cover book based on issues of his monthly magazine
    copies of which  were printed from 1868 to 1914.   This is a rare book, Andrew,
    some copies are available on the internet but not many…cost $60.”

    “Do your want the $60 now?”

    “No, your mother and I will expect a tub of honey now and then.”



    Lippincott’s developed a series of manuals regarding agricultural production, including this volume on beekeeping. Among other things, it offers a historical look at apiculture, the practice of human harvesting of products from honey bee colonies, as well as its marketing methodology. Beekeeping has quite a history, dating back to at least 15,000 years ago. The story of J.B. Lippincott & Co. offers a look at the complexities of the publishing industry. J.B. Lippincott & Co. was an American publishing house established in 1836 by Joshua Ballinger Lippincott, which still exists today as Lippincott Williams & Wilkins, which itself is an imprint of the publishing conglomerate, Wolters Kluwer, and focuses on technical journals. Initially J.B. Lippincott & Co. published Bibles and other religious materials, before expanding into fiction, almanacs, medical and other books. Later, Lippincott’s Monthly Magazine was issued, from 1868-1914 and offered novels, short stories, opinion pieces and other writings. In 1978, Lippincott’s was acquired by Harper & Row, which was then acquired by Wolters Kluwer in 1990.

  • Fwd: special NOTE APRIL 2, 2021



    Begin forwarded message:


    From: ALAN SKEOCH <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>
    Subject: special NOTE APRIL 2, 2021
    Date: April 3, 2021 at 9:30:11 AM EDT
    To: John Wardle <john.t.wardle@gmail.com>


    I made a big mistake and pushed  delete…lost whole story.   
    So I will begin again tonight.   I managed to find my speech  of Feb. 29,2020
    which will rescue much of the story.  TiTled “LIFE AND DEATH IN THE GREATEST FISH BOWL IN OUR WORLD: THE GREAT LAKES “

    Sorry about the error…trying to rush too fast…new  story will come tonight

    alan


  • EPISODE 298 THE OLD ICE HOUSE…PORT CREDIT FISHERY….AND A QUOTE BY ALVERT EINSEIN

    EPISODE 299    THE GREAT LAKES FISHERY…and a  quote by ALBERT EINSTEIN

    alan skeoch
    March 2021


    Where did tis fish come from?  


    Andrew, Jackson and Olivia are holding large Coho salmon caught in the spring
    of 2021 or the fall of 2020 about two kilometres from Port Credit.

    Look at the mouth of this salmon.  Mean mouth.  This  is a top predator
    feeding on something in Lake Ontario waters.  


    Change is the  only sure  thing in life. Everything else cannot be  depended upon.
    While these comments seem overblown when applied to the Great Lakes Fishery
    just a casual  look seems to confirm that these huge bodies  of water…the largest
    containers of fresh  water in the world…have undergone radical change in the short
    time we human beings have had a chance to tinker with the water.  We, you and I, have tinkered
    too much  with
    the fish populations.  Early settlers believed Great Lakes  fish were inexhaustible.

    I am not a fisherman.  One of our two sons, however, is an avid 
    fisherman.  He even bought a large power  launch to get him out
    to the prime fishing ground just a  mile or so off the Port Credit coast of Lake
    Ontario.   He drops his spinners down a hundred feet or so and often hauls in
    huge 30 pound Coho salmon.   Fish  so big even Andrew has trouble holding
    some of them up for photographic  proof that these creatures who race up
    the rest coast rivers  of  North America have become established in the Great Lakes.

    Snaps  a picture then carefully slide the ugly monster back into the lake.
    “Catch  snd  Release “ fishermen.  Sport fishermen like  Andrew motor their way out
    of Port credit harbour in great numbers.  A Trawler fleet is neatly tied up along
    the west bank of the Credit River renting space on board for those who will never
    have money to buy a boat themselves.  Some tiny outboard motor fishermen 
    work their way to the rising grounds as well. 

     “Some of these small boats
    break down or run out of gas and have to towed back  to the harbour.  I’ve done
    that too many times.  Lose patience especially if a fishing boat has run out of gas.
    Takes ages to town a boat back to safety.  Means  I cannot fish as much I\as  I would
    like.”
    “Andrew, are there any commercial fishermen around?”
    “Never met one.”
    “Port Credit once  harboured a whole fleet of fish boats.  Are
    you sure you have never seen one?”
    “What do  their boats look like?
    “Like a huge jelly bean with a flap like gate on the side.”
    “Jelly bean?”
    “Yes…the commercial fishing fleet looked like a bag of white jelly beans
    as they motored out to the fishing grounds in Lake Ontario.  It was a
    good business that supported many of the people living in Port Credit
    through the 10th and 20th centuries.  But it is gone today.”
    “What happened>”
    “Answering that question is very difficult…super complicated.  Yet simple
    to understand.  Too many people in the 19th and early 20th century were commercial
    fishermen and there were precious few regulations.”
    “Can you tell me why in short form.  I do not have time to listen to a long
    lecture.”



    LAKE STURGEON…A SAD STORY

    “One illustration.  A fish that nobody seemed to want.  The lake sturgeon.  An ancient fish that lived
    a long life under normal  circumstances.  The most ancient of the fish in the Great lakes, And also one
    of the largest. Some sturgeon were ten feet long and weighed up to 190 kilograms.  And there were lots
    of them.   Five million pounds of sturgeon were caught in Lake Erie in a single ear.   That is one great 
    load of fish.   The sturgeon was considered a pest fish and there was no market for their meat.  But they
    were caught in large numbers just to try and clear them out of Lake  Erie.  What happened to them once caught?\
    GOOd question with a terrible answer.  Some were dried and  stacked  as firewood for the steamships.
    Others were fed to pigs….and  others were simply used as fertilizer.  Millions of Sturgeon
    were taken in the 19th century.  By 1900 they were extinct except for tiny populations in the Upper Great Lakes.
    Killing big Lake Sturgeon for no good reason endangered the survival the species.   It took 14 to 33 years
    for a female Lake Sturgeon to reach sexual maturity,  Males took from 12 to 17 years.  They were not 
    wildly sexual.  Females only spawn once  every three to seven years.  Males are only interested in sex every
    from one to four years.   Once fertilized   a female Lake Sturgeon can lay from 4,000 to 7,000 eggs for every
    point of the weight  of females.  These old ladies of the lakes made up for lost time big time.  But not after
    we humans got here.

    Giant sturgeon caught in Fraser River, B.C.  Caught and released by Michael Snell.

    Once  the biggest and oldest Lake Sturgeon were stacked as cordwood
    or ground  up as fertilizer the survival of Lake Sturgeon was doomed.

    NOTE:  THERE ARE 27 SPECIES OF STURGEON (ACIPENSERIDAE) which  can be traced back in fossils to the Late Cretaceous – and even more ancient in the Triassic period  some
    245 million years ago.  Found in Eurasia and North  America.  The largest ever found was in the Volga estuary in 1827 which was 24 feet long, and wished 2,571 kilograms (3,463 pounds).
    Overharvestng  for caviar today has put sturgeon on the edge of extinction.

    Sturgeon

    Temporal range: Upper Cretaceous–Holocene[1] 70.6–Present Ma 

    Sturgeon.jpg
    Scientific classificatione
    Kingdom: Animalia
    Phylum: Chordata
    Class: Actinopterygii
    Order: Acipenseriformes
    Family: Acipenseridae
    Bonaparte, 1831
    Subfamilies
    See text for genera and species.

    So most Canadians  will never see a Lake Sturgeon.  

    The sad tale of the Lake Sturgeon is only one of the tragic events in the aquatic history of the Great Lakes.  More are coming.


    A PUZZLE THAT YOU CAN SOLVE…OR WAIT FOR ME TO SOLVE FOR YOU

    Here is  a puzzle.   Perhaps you can answer.  Take a look at those salmon that Andrew and Jackson
    are holding.  They were caught tis year…1021.   And they were not far off the coast of Port Credit.
    But they are Coho salmon…a Pacific Ocean  fish that breeds in the rivers  of  the North American west
    coast.   What are they doing in the Great Lakes?  They should not be here?   How did they get here?
    In the next few Episodes I can answer that question and in the process raise a lot of other questions
    whose answers  may startle you.

    But first let me take you back to an historic event on Feb. 29, 2020 at the Stonehooker Brewery
    in Port Credit.  The day before Covid 19 changed our world.

    HOW  DID SKEOCH GET INTERESTED IN THE WATERS OF THE GREAT LAKES?



    On February 29, 2020, I was asked to give a lecture on the Great Lakes Water to 100 dinner guests
    at the Stonehooker Brewery in Port Credit.   I prepared the lecture for two months and figured the audience
    would only be able to listen to 45 minutes  at the most.  Part of  our time at the Stonehooker Brewery
    would be spent tasting beer and socializing.  Given a choice which would you prefer listening or drinking?

    Marjorie Skeoch approached the lectern.  She was nervous but well prepared to introduce the speaker (her
    husband).  She opened her speech with a quotation from Albert Einstein.   The quotation was found
    on a wine bottle table from the Niagara district.

    “Good evening, before I introduce Alan let me give you something to think about…

    “THE MIND THAT OPENS TO A NEW IDEA NEVER RETURNS TO ITS  ORIGINAL  SIZE”
       (ALBERT EINSTEIN, as quoted  on the wine called OPEN, a Niagara Merlot)


    When  MARJORIE gave her 20.5 minute introduction to her husband as speaker…she closed her eyes  and pushed
    that wine bottle off the lectern to smash on the cement floor below.  She knew how to get attention.


    Unfortunately or fortunately I never gave the lecture I had planned.  Marjorie, my wife, stole the
    show because she was charged with the job of introducing the guest speaker…i.e. her husband.
    Normal introductions might take 3 to 4 minutes  at the outset.  Marjorie took 20.5 minutes, “And  even then
    I only got as far as 1995”.   She was great.  Made us laugh and cry. She had practiced her speech  for
    two months as well.   She  got some information from the label on a wine bottle.  She took the bottle
    to the lecture…read the label not attributed to Albert Einstein…and then dropped the bottle to the
    cement floor of the brewery.   Shattered.   One member, Shaymus Stokes, jumped up to gather
    the glass shards at Marjorie’s feet.  Was she upset?  Not in the least.  She continued to speak
    about her husband in spite of the fact that her son Andrew kept tapping his watch along with other
    gestures.  

    So by the time I got to the lectern, I was an anticlimax.   So the speech wa never given.

    Then one day later, March 1, 2020, we all became aware that millions of creatures so small
    that they were invisible were sickening and killing people around the world.  Covid 19 took
    centre stage.   My lecture that was never given was the last lecture in Port Credit.
    We have been in lockdown  ever since.

    alan skeoch
    April 1, 2021


  • EPISODE 299 DAMAGE RAVENS DO TO ME

    EPISODE 299   DAMAGE RAVENS DO TO ME


    alan skeoch
    March 30 2021

    It is enough to make me cry.   The ravens.   A pair of them have built
    their huge nest of corse sticks high above my  fanning mills.  Sort of hidden but
    I knew they were there.   Having a pair of nesting ravens  return
    year after year to set, hatch and rear their young seemed  quite an
    honour.     

    I hardly know they are up there.  Just the odd bit of scratching.
    No hoarse raven calls.  that will come later when the babies are
    near full grown.  Right now all is quiet.  Our so I thought.

    Today I discovered  why they are so  quiet.  They have spent the winter
    and spring months dropping great slurry turds on my prize fanning mills.
    which  were hidden behind some crates  I never really looked behind
    the crates  lest I disturb the ravens.   I believed ravens were intelligent
    creatures…most intelligent creatures.   Wonderful  stories are 
    written about ravens.  First Nations people on our west coach
    consider ravens very smart…but also very wily.



    “They are tricksters,” so the legends say.
    “How true!”
    “They have spent the winter dropping their turds  straight down
    on my best fanning mills.”

    They  have been quiet.  Not because they are embarrassed at their toilet functions.
    They have been quietly laughing at me.  “Every time Alan comes into the drive shed
    he looks up at our nest.  He never looks behind the crates.  His prize fanning mills
    are steadily being filled with our crap.  And  he doesn’t know…doesn’t even suspect.
    He thinks he is such a nice guy.  Giving us a place to nest.   Patronizing us.  We will
    make a fool of him.  Drop another load.   Our dung looks like whitewash.  those
    red fanning mills are now festooned in streaks of white…piles of white.
    We have tricked him …made a fool of him.



    Woody  was  quite relaxed about the situation.  He had an “It told you so” look
    as he watched me me use a scraper to get the big lumps of excrement removed.
    And then the  water and brush to get the steaks of white excrement from everything else.
    “Alan, the ravens do not want you as a friend.  
    They are bullies…they want to make you look like a fool.
    And that they have achieved.”   




    It took all afternoon to clean just one fanning mill.   I have five or six sitting under the raven nest.
    Now I know what the First Nations people mean when they say Ravens are tricksters.  

    “Never trust a raven, Alan”
    Why not?”
    “Because they will treat you like dirt.”

    alan