I was driving home “the back way” today, as I do always now that hwy 60 is being worked on, and I took the dirt road past Lake Bella rather than the tarmac. I love going that way because it’s much more scenic and one is apt to see eagles as opposed to semis.
As I drove past the lake, I had to brake and back up and turn onto a side road, for there in the water at the edge of the lake were fishermen. And not just any old fishermen. Seiners.
They were standing in the shallow water at the edge of the lake, mending their nets. They had not gotten the work done they’d wanted to that day, as the nets proved to have issues.
Scott Deslauriers, Steve Schmidt, and two other guys they’d hired just on a part-time basis (and who chose to remain anonymous) were mending their half-mile long net there at the edge of the water. The Daily Globe had an article about these guys last fall. They’re fishing for Common Carp – the kind of carp that most people around here DON’T want to catch. The kind of carp that, if you catch one, you’re not allowed to throw back into the lake because they’re so unwanted.
But these guys want them. And so do their customers.
And just exactly who are their customers? Kosher restaurants and groceries in New York City, as well as Asian markets, where they sell the fish live. All of the fish travel to NY in a “live tank”, which, when you think about it, makes total sense as anything with the label “kosher” has to be killed in a kosher way in order to be, well, kosher – so no one else but a rabbi can oversee the death of these fish!
Scott said that as soon as he gets his load of fish, he’ll head down to Omaha, Iowa, and the fish will be on a semi truck within hours of leaving Lake Bella. Within 28 hours of leaving Omaha, they’ll be swimming in New York City.
But, before that could happen, they had to get those nets mended and the fish caught.
So, hoping for good news, I stopped by again the next day. Three times, in fact. They probably thought I was a deranged stalker.
That day brought good luck. Between 5 and 6 thousand pounds of good luck. Which, at an average weight of 7 pounds per fish, makes approximately 850 Common Carp heading to New York City.
I asked how they get 6,000 pounds of fish into the live tank and Scott said, “With a load this small we’ll hand-dip them into the tank.”
Not exactly a job I’d relish. In fact, the truth is, I’d be incapable of doing any of what they do – it takes a lot of muscle and a lot of silent working.
I’m too wussy and I talk too much.
Scott and Steve – who only talked when I asked questions and never offered information otherwise (though they didn’t seem to be irritated by me and were perfectly friendly) – were hoping to seine again the next day, which, as everyone around here hates the carp, came as exceedingly good news.
Several cars and trucks stopped along the road during the time I stopped to watch the seiners. It’s not every day that we see such things, you know. In fact, one old timer with whom I struck up a conversation, said that he remembers seeing them seine in the winter, way back when. “They’d cut a big hole in the ice and thread the nets down in and do it that way,” he told me. I had trouble picturing how that would work, but I’ll take his word for it.
How about that? Little old Lake Bella, Minnesota…providing food for Passover to the Orthodox of New York.
You just never know what’s going on right around your very own corner, do you?