We motored over toward Blueberry Point underneath Skirwink and soon landed the first fish of the morning. From here it was a regular occurance to bring in either a Sculpin, a bottom feeder that is mostly all head, dirty and ugly, or a fish. During the three week recreational food fishery, men are alloted 5 cod per day or 15 cod per boat. These are rules made up by the Department of Fisheries and the "Boys in Ottawa", who many locals possess a strong disagreement with...to put it kindly.
Back at Tony's house by 8:30AM, he prepared a pot of coffee, fried up some potatoes and onions then tossed the two white filets into a pan of sizzling bacon grease and onion. The aroma of the rich food filled the home and was soon cooked to perfection. It may not look like much but the goal was consumption, not presentation. It was slightly sweet, fresh, crispy and flavorful. It did not have that "fishy" taste that much fish gets after sitting out for too long. It doesn't get much fresher than this. With each bite dissolving in my mouth, I felt a real connection to this place, to these great people. One may travel to a foreign land but until you begin to live with people, participate in their traditional cultural past time and taste the food that nourished their existance, it is all but tourism. This is why I travel, to meet real people like Tony and Tom and satisfy my hunger for learning and knowledge with another deep bite.