Back on December 15, the Atlantic States Marine Fisheries
Commission held a hearing in New York, where it sought comments on its Public
Information Document For Amendment 3 to the Interstate Fishery Management Plan
For Atlantic Menhaden.
It’s an important amendment, which could break some very new
ground. If some of the options proposed
in the public information document survive, and are incorporated into the final amendment, ASMFC will manage menhaden not merely for whatever economic benefits
it might provide, but also for its role in the coastal ecosystem.
By adopting so-called “ecological reference points,” ASMFC
would try to assure that there will be enough menhaden in the water to serve as
forage for all of the predatory fish, birds and marine mammals that have
historically made the species an important part of their diets, even if doing
so means that harvest has to be reduced.
That’s pretty remarkable.
But perhaps it's not as remarkable as what went on at the
hearing that night.
By the time the hearing began at 6:30 p.m., the room was
just about full; more chairs had to be brought in from elsewhere in order to
seat everyone who came.
The crowd was pretty diverse. There were representatives of national and
local conservation groups, whale-watching operations, fishing guides and
commercial and recreational fishermen.
And I think that there were some just-plain-citizens, too, who were
concerned about the health of the marine environment and wanted to have a say.
It was the sort of mix that, at most fisheries hearings,
would have been volatile. All it needed
was a match, in the form of an unconsidered or perhaps just unpopular word, to
blow up the folks in the room.
Except…that didn’t happen.
I’m still not completely sure why.
I could be bright-eyed and optimistic, and say that, for
whatever reason, everyone decided to put their own interests aside and try to
do right by what is, by any measure, a keystone species in our marine
ecosystem.
Or I could be my cynical—but here, still strangely
optimistic—self, and say that everyone in the room was still putting their
interests first, but for whatever reason finally understood that their best interests
and the best interests of the resource were one and the same.
Whatever it was, in thirty-five or so
years of attending fisheries hearings, this was the first time that I sat through a
meeting that was completely without rancor, when recreational fishermen,
commercial fishermen, environmental groups and everyone else in the room spoke with passion, yet softly, to do what was right for the fish.
Admittedly, menhaden are special. They travel up and down the coast in such
great numbers that no one in the room was trying to take fish away from anyone
else who was there.
The recreational bait fishery is so small that it doesn’t
compete with commercial interests—and some commercial menhaden fishermen
specialize in catching recreational bait.
The conservation groups, the whale-watchers, the anglers and
the angling guides all wanted enough menhaden to stay in the sea, so that other
things—whether bald eagles, striped bass or humpback whales—could eat their
fill.
There was no discord there.
And the real ogre in the story—Omega Protein Corporation, an industrial
fishing operation that kills
and processes hundreds of thousands of tons of menhaden each year—lives down
in Virginia, so no one in the room had any problem taking fish away from them
and handing them over to our local commercial fishermen, so that they could
make a decent living.
Thus, it was fairly easy to reach agreement, as we all were
after more or less the same thing.
Still, there were opportunities for discord that we just let
pass by.
Anglers and conservationists could easily have called for
more restrictions on the commercial fishery, so that there would be more
menhaden around for bluefish, striped bass and ospreys to eat, but we didn’t. ASMFC could increase New York’s commercial
quota tenfold or more, and menhaden would still abound. So no one picked a fight that didn't need to
happen.
Commercial fishermen could have insisted on a quota
rollovers, so that any part of their quota that they failed to catch this year,
they could legally catch in the next.
But they didn’t, saying that some years, the fish just don’t come in,
and that not rolling quota was good for the stock.
Some good things were going on, and I left the hearing feeling good, but in a
way that I never felt before.
Every time before, when I walked out of a hearing or
fisheries, if I felt good, it was the kind of good you feel after winning a
fight; you feel battered and tired and are maybe still mad, but you feel good
because you feel like you beat up the other guy and carried the day. And there were plenty of times when the other guy left with that
kind of feeling, and I left licking my wounds.
But the menhaden hearing was different. I felt good because, for the first time, we
were all on the same page, and it felt as if progress could be made because of
everyone else, and not despite them.
It was a very good feeling to have.
And I can’t help thinking that we can all work together on
other fisheries, too, to find answers that give everyone a piece of the win,
instead of creating losers and those who prevail.
On other species, it’s going to be a much harder slog, but
it’s not an impossible thing to attain.
Let’s start by admitting that we all want more fish.
Whether commercial or recreational fisherman,
light-tackle guide or party boat fisherman, we want to be able to catch, and in
many cases to keep, more fish than we can today.
So instead of concentrating on today, and who gets what
piece of a pretty small pie, why don’t we look ahead a few years, toward a time
when there can be enough fish for everyone (or, if not enough, then quite a few
more) and ask what must we do to get there?
Why can’t we agree to do what is needed to give everyone a slice of a
pie that is far larger than the one we’re devouring today?
Instead of jealously concentrating on each other, trying to
shift allocations to benefit ourselves, why don’t we concentrate on
the fish, and what needs to be done to bring them back to the sort
of abundance that can support healthy commercial and recreational fisheries?
It wouldn’t be easy, and there would be plenty of chances to
fail along the way.
Yet as I gird myself for 2017, and the Second Fluke Wars,
the inevitable bitter attacks on the Magnuson-Stevens Fishery Conservation andManagement Act and who knows what other threats to the health of our fish
stocks, I think back on the night of December 15 and the way fisheries meetings
could
be.
If we just cared enough about the fish to make it so.