A new chapter is developing in the long journey of the Richard & Arnold. The original boat was built by Casey's Boat Yard in Fairhaven, MA between 1924 and 1927. She's come a long way, caught millions of pounds of fish and has never lost a man. We are proud of the old thing. And now the latest in the line of rebuilds, restorations, and restructuring has commenced. The project has begun and there is no turning back. A new wheelhouse has been built, fiberglassed and now sits in the garage waiting to replace the old one. The one that is being removed has been there longer than we've owned the boat (32 years). Last time I was out fishing with Dave he showed me how the small house was moving. (and it shouldn't be moving)  It was visibly loose as the boat rolled in the sea.  Since the old house has to come off, leaving a gaping hole over the engine, we might as well take out the engine and send it out for a major overhaul. It's been a faithful 871 Detroit for a long, long time, but she's wore out, tired and starting to belch smoke. Before the new wheelhouse is placed on the boat, the old wheelhouse will come off,  the old engine will come out and be shipped to Springfield for complete makeover. While it's gone Dave intends to replace the fuel tanks (no sense not doing it while we can) then when the engine goes back into the boat - the new wheel house can be put over it. Sounds complicated and it is. We'll need a crane, a truck or trailer to carry the 5000 lb. engine, lots of goop to clean up with and faith. Dave is in the process of disconnecting everything that is attached to the engine.  I'm amazed by what needs to come off: muffler, hydraulics, batteries, wires, pumps, hoses and other stuff I'm not sure of. He comes home tired, with grease on his hands, and a smile on his face. Dave tells me it is heart surgery for the old girl, a little dangerous, but she'll be like new and we won't have to worry about a breakdown while he's fishing. This is a must do project, we really have no choice.  Now that the Richard & Arnold has a new exoskeleton of fiberglass and a new foc'sle it's time to rebuild the engine and engine room.  The foc'sle is really nice down below. I'll find pictures to add to this site so you can see how comfy she is now.  I hope we get to use it for motor sailing, our winnebego on the water, a retirement of sorts, traveling the only way we know how, by water. She'll be ready. I just hope that I can still climb the ladder when the boat is finally finished. We'll face this challenge as we have so many before, head on. I remember the winter Dave rebuilt the decks. He put the boat on the mooring, built a redneck building of blue plastic around it and replaced all the deck beams, sistered ribs and lay new plywood over it all.  Then in the spring when the weather warmed he put fiberglass and cloth over it. That was many years ago. My son Jackson was about 16 years old at the time and helped with that project. He often wondered why he couldn't just hang out with his friends. He's a fine carpenter and a great house builder now. Maybe some of that boat building paid off.  How time flies when your having fun. The Richard & Arnold has come a long way and has a long way to go. She's still our baby. She's going to be better than new and we might get to take that trip with her after all.  

Randy Moniz has left the fishing grounds for the last time and crossed the bar. "Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, when I embark. For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place, the flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face, when I have crossed the bar." Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Randy was a terrific fisherman. Everyone who fishes will be saddened by the news.  He was larger than life, big in body and in spirit. His stories made you laugh out loud.  His last boat the LUAL was named for his mom and dad, I believe. He also owned and fished the Resolute for a number of years. He kept the boat in New Bedford but fished wherever the fish were running, Nantucket, Martha's Vineyard, Middle bank or the Atlantic Ocean. Conch, scallop, fluke, squid and flounder, if it was edible he caught them.  He was a fisherman's fisherman. Caught the most in the least time, was always back at the dock first. As the guys would say, "Just ask him."  Randy helped others whenever, wherever and whatever the situation. He remained at Dave's side one hot summer day when Dave suffered from heat exhaustion (dehydration, sun and overworked). Randy gave him water, cooled him off with wet towels, stayed at his side until Dave was better. Then another time he helped a fellow fishermen with an engine. Drove a trailer to the boat, helped take the engine out, helped take it to a mechanic and then helped put it back in.  Not his boat, but a friend's boat, for no pay, just the reward of helping out a buddy. Dave tells me that when a fellow fisherman, Tom was injured and couldn't get up because his knee twisted and gave out while fishing,  it was Randy who called for help.  His reassuring voice was heard on the airwaves by all until the Coast Guard was on scene to assist. I'm sure there are many more memories of Randy Moniz. He was a buddy, a friend, and a fellow fisherman who left this world at 53 years of age. There will be stories told about him for generations to come. And no one can fill his boots.  Rest in Peace, Randy.

"Sunset and evening star, and one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, when I put out to sea."

A tropical storm blew in from the south with 40 knots of wind and lots of rain. I joined Dave aboard the Richard & Arnold for a trip to Menemsha, Martha's Vineyard and safe haven. I didn't sleep much because of all the noise, but Saturday was sunny and we spent the day visiting friends around the harbor, ate at the Galley, terrific on the back deck and then an early night. Went fishing on Sunday and Monday but the numbers of fluke are down and it looks like the storm scattered the fish. Instead of burning fuel Dave tied up the boat in Woods Hole and we came home for a few extra days of R&R.

Dave went back fishing and my days have been filled with friends from afar, grandchildren and summer gardening. Lots of fresh beans, basil, zucchini and fresh flowers for the table. I have had little time for writing but it is always on my mind. I sent my manuscript out for a professional edit and it came back needing lots of work, changes to parts of the story and changes in punctuation. Aaaahhh well, if it's worth doing - it's worth doing right. Looks like I'll be spending the next few weeks / months at the computer instead of the garden and beach. I'd like to get it done so I can move on to another story, the one about the the Arethusa.

The book I am working on is a mystery set in Provincetown in 1938. I've had to do a great deal of research, but it's been a learning experience as well as fun.  Sometimes I listen to music by Glenn Miller or Tommy Dorsey just to get me in the mood. Pre WWII was a time of growth, fishing was good and the town prospered. There were 27 fish trucking businesses in town. Fish was cheap but plentiful and the fishermen's association held a dance to celebrate and give thanks. There is something about that era that draws me to it, the freedom, the community spirit and a sense of hope.  The Fishermen's Ball is my choice of title but others have been suggested, I'll have to think on it as I go along.

Squid - but no relief money

The Squid are running. Dave has been fishing steady, catching his share. We had fried squid rings for an appetizer the other night, light on the batter, cook them quick and enjoy. The freezer has a few waiting for winter and a hearty squid stew, long slow cook in tomato sauce. Yum.  The smaller boats had Nantucket Sound to themselves for the first two weeks, but then the offshore gang got a whiff of what the boys have been landing - 1 to 3 thousand a day - the big boys came in, landing I have heard - 100,000 pounds each vessel, flooding the market and driving the price down. It is the name of the game, the bigger the boat the more they need.  And it's never enough. The big guys disappear as the squid drop in number, not enough to pay their fuel on three bushel tows, whereas the little guys plug along and at the end of the day they have enough to try again tomorrow.

We had some nasty wind and rain yesterday, but the Richard & Arnold was tucked up inside Oak Bluffs on Martha's Vineyard, cozy and warm.

This morning's news from 'Saving Seafood' states that the $33 million in relief promised to fishermen will be given in such a manner that it looks like not a penny will come to us. The criteria gives the money back to the big boys - of coarse - who were able to keep fishing because they had enough 'Catch Share' or they had enough money to buy 'Catch Shares' . Today you need to have money to start with - so you can purchase shares - to make a profit. Thus qualifying fishing aid money will go to a few hundred fishermen who have all the catch shares to begin with. And not a penny to the crews, the men who make it possible. How come? And who set the qualifying years? Most likely the same people who set up catch shares, people from EDF, PEW, and other corporate entities who think they know what's best for us. I'll bet not one fishermen sat on the committee that decided who'd get what.
The small boats have had to cut back - on areas to fish, days allocated to fish, numbers of fish allowed to keep and so much more.
Most inshore fishermen don't have enough allocation left to make it profitable because they had to stay tied to the dock for most of the year. If you didn't play the game that the catch share proponents invented then you can't stay in the fishery.  Small boat fishermen have been left to fend for themselves, many not fitting into the criteria that the NMFS has set for the financial aid to fishermen. We won't qualify and my husband is 100% fishermen for over 40 years. We fish for Fluke and Squid now because the restrictions during the years 2010 -2013 kept us tied to the dock, not going out to hunt for illusive Cod or Flounder. And with  not enough allocation of 'Catch Share' to make it profitable, paying out $4 a gal for fuel to go looking for ground-fish,  just didn't make sense. Actually none of it makes any sense to me anymore. The relief money is going to the guys who are doing the best, not to the underdogs who need it. I  keep thinking about what Marie Antoinette said just before the French Revolution, "What do you mean they are screaming for bread? The people have no bread? Well let them eat cake."  

Squid update

Spring and Squid. This year begins like most - a scramble to get everything ready. When the boat is tied up for over six months due to regulation and non-existent catch shares, that's my term for not enough shares to make going out fishing profitable, the crumbs doled out to the smaller inshore fleet while PEW rants about not enough fish. With fuel prices so high we're trying to fit the Richard & Arnold with sails  and its not good for equipment to just sit around, rust never sleeps.   After the haul- out at Taves, a re- mounting of another propeller and after the computer is fixed and rebooted, the Coast Guard Inspection, a repair of a leak in a hydraulic hose, a change of net reel motor and packing up for a season of fishing, after running around like a chicken without its head - the boat is fishing in Nantucket Sound. While I hold my breath hoping for a good season. The first couple of trips were not complete brokers, just enough to pay the fuel. As the squid make their way north, pushed by currents, warmed by the sun and encouraged by Mother Nature, I do my squid dance, say goodbye to my sweetheart and whisper prayers. Now we wait. It has only been a week. Its slow, but we are hopeful.
In the mean time I am finishing my next book. "The Fishermen's Ball".  The story takes place in Provincetown in 1938, a murder mystery using the pre WWII years as back ground. Of coarse there is a fisherman, a young woman and lots of stories about the time and place. I even listen to Glenn Miller to put me in the mood. You just can't help tapping your toes along with the beat of 'He's the Last Word'.

Also to let everyone know - 'Nautical Twilight' is now a Kindle e-book. I'd add a hash tag, but I thought that hash was illegal.

Now that spring has arrived the Richard and Arnold is getting ready for squid season and is hauled out of the water for a much needed bottom check-up. I took my grandchildren to watch as the boat was towed up the rail- way, an exciting event  especially for a four year old and an eight yr old. It turns out the bottom looks good, especially after the wonderful job that Dickey Crowel did for us three winters ago. So far we see that the propeller is in bad shape. It looks like the tips of the blades have been bitten by sharks, ragged with pieces missing. Could be the electrolysis, zincs are needed. This is a priority - for it needs to be replaced and the one that replaces it has to be the right fit like buying a new pair of shoes, if they don't fit right they'll just hurt. Phone calls to friends, boat yards and marine dealers has been encouraging. Since we can't afford to walk into a shop and order a new one, we have to go searching, hunting for a used one, the right size, shape and weight. We have had to sit out the winter, no fishing. The cuts have hurt us again and this time it's got us thinking about trying to find a way out, we hate the word retire, because its who we are, but as is said, when one door closes another is opened. Our boat has fished for 80+ yrs, the old captain for 40 and this is the second winter he's not been able to go out for ground fish, our allocation being so low that it would't pay the fuel bill. So we'll use up the rest of our savings for the haul-out and a propeller and start again from the beginning. Spring and squid, let's hope they show and that the seals don't eat them all.
I'll make fried squid rings and dip them in something spicy or cool.
About the Richard & Arnold, I hope for the best. There much to be done and this will keep Dave busy in the next few days.
Also my book 'Nautical Twilight' is now a Kindle e-reader. I keep reading bits of it and remembering the glory days of fishing. How things do change.

A fisherman's holiday

WOW, just returned from the New Bedford Working Waterfront Festival. It was a treat for us. Thank you Charley York, Laura Orleans, Kristen and Reirdar, and all the volunteers and helpers. Another great festival. A highlight for me was meeting a lovely woman with the same name as mine. First time for everything. Turns out she had the name before me since I married into it and she inherited it.  "Would a rose by any other name still smell as sweet?" I am Judith Jahnig Dutra and she is Judith Dutra Iskisen.  She came to the boat to meet me, knowing I would be there to answer questions and sell books. And yes she bought one - in other words: Judy Dutra sold a book to Judy Dutra. I wonder how the IRS would look at that? It was terrific to meet her, we laughed and held hands. And I have to say, she reminded me of me. We both couldn't stop smiling. She has worked with children in the schools and so have I. And if she's reading this I'd like to say, "Nice to have met you Judy Dutra." can you hear me chuckling.``````````````````````````````  

The trip across the bay, through the Cape Cod Canal then Buzzards Bay was uneventful - the way we like them. New Bedford Harbor looks busy, but it is nothing like when Dave unloaded fish there in the 1990's. Durning that decade the harbor was filled with many different kinds of fishing boats - all working. Now most boats are tied up, having used up their quotas for the year. The old draggers are gone and just  few scallopers and clammers are working. Looks can be deceiving, the harbor is filled with boats that can't work. ~~~~~~~

From the minute Charley and John came on board to guide us into our berth - to backing out of the same slip three days later Dave and I talked and listened.  Thousands of people came out to the festival, we couldn't have asked for nicer people or better days.   

I met a man that builds canoes with his hands and by the way he described the process we could tell he formed each boat with care. He said that for many years he's built canoes with all kinds of materials, from the old birch bark to the most watertight compounds on the face of the earth and he found the best to be the old birch bark - because when you no longer needed it - you can drag it into the woods and leave it there to rot.

We met fishermen, tug-boat builders, firemen, musicians, poets, writers and lovers of the sea. And best of all we had a visit from Mr. Arnold Parson who's father brought the F/V Richard & Arnold to Provincetown in 1927. The boat was named for him and his brother Richard. Arnold is now 82 years old and still loves to go out on the water, he was there with his son and his grandson. The Richard & Arnold has had many owners over the years, she the oldest working fishing boat in New England, at least that's what we've been told. If there is another - older and still working, we'd like to meet them.  

This was a great vacation for us. 

We left New Bedford on Sunday afternoon, caught the tide to Martha's Vineyard and Menemsha, spending a night in one of the sweetest harbors. There's a pace to the place, just a little removed from our restless society. Best of all I got to sit on Squid Row and talk to Jonathan, Wayne, and a few of the locals who gather at Marshall's. Thanks for the stories guys.  It was another season of fish and boats, tourists and sun. Thanks for your hospitality. We hope to see you in the spring. 

The next morning it was off to Oak Bluffs. Another unique harbor. Busy but not hectic, ferries and yachts, sailors and fishermen - everywhere we go and we are greeted by people with smiles, questions and stories. 

It's been a great bus-man's holiday, a great festival and for sure it's been a great ride. Thank you to all who make that possible.