Wednesday, January 18, 2012
The Mickey V
It's a beautiful day here in sunny Hoonah Alaska. The only problem is that it's in the single digits and not supposed to go much higher. I don't know how the sun can be out and have so little heat to offer. I've known a few folks like that- beautiful people with no warmth to their character. Perhaps it's just as well- if they were good looking and kind too they might be intolerable. Anyway, it's too cold to wander around outside today so I thought I would tap into the archives of my picture files. The top two pictures show the Mickey V on anchor in Neka Bay this past year. Neka Bay is named after a local Tlingit man who used to shoot a small cannon every time the fleet came back in. I saw a picture of him in a book. He's a very distinguished looking fellow and the cannon looked like it could do some damage if he loaded it with a pound or two of shot. The Mickey V (5) is owned by a friend of mine, Marc Miller. I don't know what happened to Mickey's one through four. Maybe the original owner just liked this name. There used to be a boat out of Juneau I believe called the Item 113. Who knows how the owner came up with that name, but I always kind of liked it. It seems like if you owned a boat called the Item 113 you would probably be pretty cool. In any event neither Marc or I own that boat, but I think he's a pretty cool guy anyway. I love the lines of the Mickey. It looks like it could take some weather. Like all wooden boats, she takes a lot of upkeep to keep her looking this way. I think on this particular day I went in to pick up Mark so he could help me pull the long line we had set for halibut. We caught all that we were allowed by the first half of the first set and ended up shaking hundreds of pounds of large halibut in the sixty to hundred twenty pound plus range. That was both a blessing and a dissapointment. Not far from where the Mickey is anchored this sow and cub were walking on the beach. At times the cub was walking between his mom's back legs. It was entertaining to watch. I once saw two cubs walking by themselves on the beach at Humpback Creek. They were quite small and I was surprised to see that mom wasn't around. When I looked up the beach I saw the sow. A boar was barrelling down on the cubs. I understand that the boars will kill the cubs so that the sow will go into heat again. The sow stopped and stood up and when the boar stood, she smacked him ten or twelve times so fast he didn't know what hit him. His head was bouncing back and forth between her paws like a paddle ball. It was hilarious. Better go take a cold shower buddy, it aint happening tonight! Ah well, such is life.