It is so refreshing to see a site like Alaska Waypoints launch. I believe every commercial fisherman will say the same. Sierra and I have never aimed to act as an online news source; and frankly, we’re glad someone did!! Our hope is to present authentic, first-hand Alaskan experiences to the best of our abilities. [...]
This is usually how you find a job when walking the docks. Someone gets fired, hurt or has an emergency and has to go home. Two weeks of sleep deprivation, cowboy fishing and I had $10,000 cash.
My first 24 hour Halibut opener… fairly calm water but a few boats went down from overloading. Boats always sank in those crazy, short, get as much as you can openers.
A season filled with highs and lows, battles and victories. Here is a glimpse of my never to be forgotten experience crewing aboard the F/V Memry Anne during the Sitka Sac Roe Herring Fishery of 2011. Enjoy!
Indulge in photos from this year’s 2011 Sitka Sac Roe Herring Season. I captured most of these photos but some are contributed by my sister Memry. Brett and I want to give a huge thanks to her support. This album show the beauty of Sitka, Alaska and the essence of this fishery.
From the corner of my eye I spot a white mass come out of no where. Before I know it I am knocked against the cabin and here a deafening CRASH! Another boat collides with our starboard stern quarter and a true Sitka herring opener underway.
If there is one question that I get asked when people find out that I work on a fishing boat in Alaska, it’s “how do I get that job?!”
To many people, it seems elusive and impossible. Alaska feels much farther than a 3.5 hour flight from the Lower 48.
It’s March and the Sitka Sac Roe Herring season is about to begin. The Real Alaska will be there with a reality television crew to capture it on film!
I can feel it. Can you? Maybe it is the fact that my bank account is significantly smaller than last September and I know that it is time to refuel. I understand that it is only the middle of March, but in two and a half quick months I’ll be making the GREAT MIGRATION to [...]
It’s 4am. I’m curled up in my bunk, but despite being asleep I’m consciously aware of the pain that courses through my body. It keeps me in a half-sleep stage, where every move, every roll onto my side, jolts me awake momentarily from the throbbing discomfort that races up from my hands into my forearms. [...]
