the predator.

Erik has been fishing for Sockeye Salmon in Alaska every summer for the past 13 years. That, my friends, is half of my lifetime. He spends three weeks on a boat with three grown boys. During this time he lives on a little boat with the aforementioned boys.

It has always been difficult for me to understand what fishing life is like. I can only imagine how sick I would be if I was stuck on a boat for three weeks straight. And I know I would be a grumpy bear if you woke me up at 03:00 and dragged me out into the cold to pick fish out of a net. 

The boat Erik fishes on, the Predator, is in Western Washington being fixed/upgraded so I had a chance to see it. I had a chance to see Erik's home away from home. Erik took us on board and showed us the cramped quarters he stays in -- I could barely turn around in the focsle/fo'c'sle so I have no idea how four grown boys manage to do it. It would be most unpleasant.

Erik danced around the deck while the rest of us were careful not to slip. I imagine he is as comfortable on water as he is on land. He was proud of the steel shell-of-a-boat and obviously fond of the time he spends in Alaska. It was fun to see him share that part of his life with us.


 I am glad I never need to join Erik fishing in Alaska. I don't know how long I would survive… or how long those around me would survive. I'm not particularly thrilled about being cold and I hear it is downright chilly in those parts. I feel I now have a better sense of what life in Alaska is like… at least what living on a boat looks like. Thanks, but no thanks.