Thirty-something years ago, I wouldn’t have just written
this blog.
In part, that’s because personal computers were still scarce
and small, “Internet” was not yet a household word and the concept of “blog”
still lay in the future.
But it was also because I would have been fishing for
pollock somewhere out near Block Island.
I was living in western Connecticut then, so getting
out to Block Island meant leaving the dock around midnight on Friday, and
running through the night and the fog for most of the length of Long Island
Sound.
If you’ve never been there, it’s tough to understand what
it’s like to run a boat wrapped in a gray, wet blanket of fog that blanks out
the stars and the shore lights alike, and makes the night itself feel damp and
soft, like some sort of waterlogged velvet.
There’s that indescribable thrill of horror when the radar lights
up with a couple score of bright dots, reminding you of the sailboat race headed
down toward Stratford Shoals. Now you’ve
got to run the maze—well, not exactly blind, but without your own senses, depending
on the glowing cathode-ray screen to get you through.
Eventually, you slide through The Race, cross Block Island
Sound and finally enter the broad North Atlantic to begin the hunt.
At first, the depthfinder—it burns a black carbon image on a
white paper roll—shows nothing worthwhile.
But then the bottom starts to look jumbled, with clouds—likely sand
eels—above, so four-ounce jigs drop down to the bottom and the fishing begins.
Your world shrinks to a small patch of water, the handle of
the reel in one hand and the grip of the rod in the other as you try to scrape
a fish from the bottom below.
You can
feel the line on the reel’s spool carving grooves in the pad of your thumb.
And then the world intrudes again, as a black and silver
shape, weighing maybe 25 pounds, crashes, still flapping, onto the deck by your
feet.
You congratulate your friend for drawing first blood, then get
back to work.
For a few minutes, his fish lies alone on the ice, but other
pollock, and some small cod as well, soon join it. As the fog begins to lift, more and more
boats materialize out of the murk, and by the time that it burns off
completely, you’re surrounded by a fleet representing multiple ports in New
York, Connecticut and Rhode Island.
Every boat is catching pollock.
You don’t need too many, so you and your friends use
single-hooked jigs, and catch fish one at a time. But the charter fleet, trying to put its
customers “on the meat,” catches them wholesale, trolling “umbrella rigs” with
multiple hooks from weighted downriggers that let them keep their lures right
in the pollock’s feeding zone.
The goal is to hook two or three fish at a time, although
the pollock—bigger than bluefish, and stronger than stripers—often tear the
umbrellas apart before they can be dragged to the boat.
It was a wonderful, productive fishery that took place at
the tail end of May and the beginning of June.
It gave anglers a chance to catch strong, good-eating fish at a time of
year when there wasn’t too much else around, and provided the for-hire fleet
something to fish for.
But you don’t hear about Block Island pollock any more, and
you’ll have to talk to a lot of folks on the docks before you find one who can remember
what they were like.
Even the National Marine Fisheries Service’s official
records don’t show much sign of it, because it died in the early 1980s, when
New England trawlers were driving most of their groundfish into collapse, and
the current methods of surveying anglers were in their earliest infancy.
NMFS’
Marine Recreational Fisheries Statistical Survey—the forerunner to the Marine
Recreational Information Program currently being adopted—was first rolled
out in 1981. It shows that about 750,000
pollock were landed in May and June of that year.
It also shows that number falling away quickly afterward, to
roughly 180,000 in 1982, 125,000 in 1983 and 45,000 in 1984. Pollock landings stayed in the 50,000-100,000
range for most of the next 30 years, with occasional variations both higher and
lower.
The healthy spring pollock fishery is represented by just a
single entry, for one single year, and is otherwise lost to both official and
most unofficial memories.
Spring pollock are gone from Block Island. Elsewhere, there have been a few more fish,
and NMFS’ May/June recreational numbers have risen a bit—about 135,000 in 2010,
215,000 in 2011 and 265,000 in 2013 (but just 35,000 in 2012)—at best, about
one-third of what anglers landed before the Block Island fishery died.
NMFS
conducted a benchmark pollock stock assessment back in 2010, and tell us
that the stock is fully recovered.
Maybe it is.
However, the stock assessment also tells us, in its “Biology”
section, that
“Pollock are abundant on the western Scotian Shelf and in the
Gulf of Maine. A major spawning area
exists in the western Gulf of Maine and on George’s Bank, and several areas
have been identified on the Scotian Shelf…Pollock grow to a maximum length of
110 cm and maximum weight of 16 kg [or about 35 pounds].”
There’s no mention of pollock living south of Cape Cod at
all, of the historic Block Island run or of the fact that International Game
Fish Association records show that Bruce Morabito caught a 45-pound pollock—nearly
30% heavier than the “maximum weight” given in the 2010 stock assessment—about 55
miles south of Long Island, New York back in the ‘80s.
Which could tend to make you wonder whether the folks who
performed the stock assessment really understand what “recovery” means, or what
a “fully-recovered” pollock stock would actually look like.
On its face, this would appear to be a classic example of
the “shifting
baseline syndrome,” a term coined twenty years ago by biologist Daniel Pauly,
who noted that
“Essentially, this syndrome has arisen because each
generation of fisheries scientists accepts as a baseline the stock’s size and
species composition that occurred at the beginning of their careers, and uses
this to evaluate changes. When the next
generation starts its career, the stocks have further declined, but it is the
stocks at the time that serve as the new baseline. The result obviously is a gradual shift of
the baseline, a gradual accommodation of the creeping disappearance of resource
species, and inappropriate reference points for evaluating economic losses resulting
from overfishing, or for identifying targets for rehabilitation measures.”
Falling victim to the shifting baseline syndrome is unfortunate,
but perhaps an understandably human and thus easily forgivable failing. However, other, far less benign forces could
have impacted the assessment.
The question is whether the new, higher quota was really
justified by the science, or whether the fishermen “pushed” the assessment
system in order to achieve a desired result.
For science is an inclusive process; the goal of any
scientific process should be to determine the truth, and not to further personal
agendas. However, such an inclusionary
principal also makes the stock assessment process vulnerable to manipulation, as
it
allows various interest groups—such as the various “sectors” of commercial
fishermen up in New England—to pay “hired guns” to participate in the modeling
meetings and try to “push” the decisionmaking process toward the conclusion
that such groups prefer.
That may well have happened with pollock, as the stock
assessment notes that both Dr. Doug Butterworth and his colleague Dr. Rebecca
Rademeyer, both of the University of Cape Town in South Africa, participated in
the meetings that came up with the population model.
Their presence is significant because of a bit of fisheries
management arcana known as the “selectivity curve,” and its impact on stock
assessments. To make the discussion as
painless as possible, stock assessments are dependent, in large part, on some
sort of sampling of the fish in the water, in order to figure out how many
there are. Sampling can be “fishery
independent”, and carried out by scientific surveys performed by biologists, or
“fishery dependent,” which means what it sounds like—samples of catch. In an ideal world, both types of samples are
represented.
However, in order to be useful in a stock assessment,
samples must actually reflect what’s going on under the water, and that’s where
selectivity comes in. For
there are two types of ‘selectivity curves,” “flat-topped,” which samples all
age and size classes, and “dome-shaped” which samples some of the age and size
classes, while failing to detect others.
If you’re a fisherman who wants to kill more fish, you argue
for a “dome-shaped” selectivity curve, because such a curve assumes the
presence of fish that no one is catching or seeing, but that the domed curve says
are out there.
It just so happens that Drs. Butterworth and Rademeyer often
find that “dome-shaped” selectivity curves are appropriate. They have found that domed selectivity is
appropriate in the case of both Gulf of Maine cod
and South
Atlantic wreckfish, while Dr. Butterworth, in collaboration with others,
supported the use of “dome-shaped” selectivity for southern
(Pacific) bluefin tuna and Atlantic
menhaden. He has noted that, with
respect to New England groundfish, including pollock,
Which is what New England groundfishermen want to hear,
because if Butterworth can convince fisheries managers to adopt dome-shaped,
the trawlers get to kill more fish.
And that is apparently what happened with pollock. The stock assessment notes
“…the ASAP model with dome-shaped survey and fishery
selectivity implies the existence of a large biomass (35 - 70% of total) of pollock (i.e.
cryptic biomass) that neither current surveys nor the fishery can confirm. Assuming full survey selectivity for ages 6
and above reduces stock biomass and associated biomass reference points by 20 – 50%. [emphasis added]”
In other words, the New England fishermen have convinced fishery
managers to declare the pollock stock recovered, and increased harvest by 600%,
on the basis of “cryptic” fish that may or may not exist, and that no one has
actually ever seen.
That’s a pretty remarkable achievement.
You can’t even find that kind of sleight of hand in Las
Vegas.
As for myself, I think that I’ll cling to a different
standard.
I’ll declare pollock restored when the fish return to Block
Island.
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