All The World’s a Stage
A fish stage that is! Been having ideas for things lately, but thats another topic and another site… 🙂 But it led me to remembering the old fish stages back home when I was growing up. Dad never worked as a fisherman, and we never had a stage of our own, but like everyone we went fishing and used others, or at least was in them lots.
I remember most especially Uncle Lionel Kelly’s stage, with all the wooden barrels and tubs, not the more plastic of today, though of course times change! The old splitting table, with the little piece of wood nailed to it to hold the fish against when cleaning (does that have a name?). Using an old double mitt to hold the fish so it wouldn’t slip around. The old splitting knife, give a quick flick and the fish quickly slid into a tub.
Gaffs and hand nets hung on the wall, floats and buoys and grapnels everywhere. A twine loft with nets, the old …. um the name escapes me…. thingy with a bobbin of twine that he could quickly slide in and out to mend tears in the nets.
One tub was full of cod livers making cod liver oil, an old punt or dory outside with a sculling oar. God that man could scull a boat!
Outside on the bank, flakes to dry the fish and caplin racks to dry the caplin. I don’t remember his stage having one, but many also had a smoker, used to smoke herring into kippers and smoke caplin into… well smoked caplin! I’m not sure if they smoked other fish as well, maybe mackerel?
The pictures here are of Raymond Blundell (in the hat) and Cecil Trowbridge, taken by my buddy Eric. The stage and gear is Raymond’s Appreciate all their help, love the memories it stirs!
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
All The World’s a Stage
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- Da worst ting about smokin fish….Is keepin ’em lit! I know I know, bad joke! But was thinking about years back and how lots of fishermen’s stages had a smoker on the side of them. I don’t recall any ever in use, but Roy’s stage back in Apsey Brook had one, and was often a …
- Rovin to the DunrovinA few years before I moved away from Newfoundland, I took what for me was a memorable trip on ATV. I’m sure for many it wasn’t so special, but I was working in St. John’s and didn’t get to make as many longer excursions as I would have liked. Anyway, …