The net was in pretty good shape, other than a rotten piece of 20-year-old-plus web in the middle. We swapped that out with a piece of 150-mesh-deep net I had at my house, of which we added mesh to make it 180 meshes deep like the rest of the net. This turned out to be no small task.
Jack, a longtime member of the Marinkovich fishing circle, helped out, but he simply can’t keep my hours. He knocked off around 10 or 11 p.m.; I kept working to 2 or 3 in the morning… hanging, lacing, and patching. I justify my odd hours by relating it to a fishing opening in which I make no money, which does happen.
Fawn John came to help on the third and final day, but we still didn’t finish until 10 p.m. As we stood in a downpour, sewing like maniacs, Eric, a former Puget Sound gillnetter from back in the day, pulled up with his wife. He was all jazzed up to buy back into Puget Sound gillnetting. No matter how hard I tried to convince him otherwise, standing exhausted in the dark like a drowned rat, he would not be swayed. He was convinced we were “living the dream!”
TO BE CONTINUED…