I am not a fisherman and, more specifically, I am not a shad fisherman. So, of course I would read this book about fishing for shad by John McPhee, because who better to tell me stories about something I know nothing about?
ON THE EXISTENTIAL NATURE OF SHAD FISHING
This reminds me of what I do all day (nothing). I sharpen imaginary pencils and look out real windows. The light of the computer screen seems far too bright to me. I kill hours, hoping for distraction, and complain bitterly when distraction occurs. Three, four, five P.M. Nothing whatever accomplished. The day coiling like a spring. Nothing is worse than a lost day. Panic rises, takes over, and I write until I go home at seven, thinking like a shad.
ON NOT TAKING THE BAIT
Shad are anadromous, I learned, meaning they are born in fresh water then swim to salt water. They stay there, frankly not doing much, until three or four years later when it's time to spawn. Then it's back to the stream or river from whence they originated, sometimes a very long journey. They don't eat when in spawning mode. This is a challenge for the angler. Or as McPhee says: We were sharing the river with half a million shad, whose interest in us was inverse to our interest in them. Or, as he also said: Whatever else might be made of it, to do that--to cast a 1/32-ounce dart into that scene--is to know what it is to be ignored.
ON WHAT IT MEANS 'TO DRINK LIKE A FISH'
This whole going back and forth from fresh water to salt water causes a fundamental shift in the shad's metabolism. In fresh water they lose ions and gain water; in sea water they gain ions and lose water. To make a long story short, the shad has to reverse what the gills do. Thirsty work. When swimming fast, even a little shad will take in ten quarts of water a minute.
ON THE NATURE OF HUSBANDS
If a shad does open its mouth at the right moment and gets hooked, it is not a simple matter to reel him in. The shad's mouth is such that if you yank too hard the hook will pull out and the shad is gone. So you have to kind of wait him out. McPhee tells this wonderful, personal story about shad fishing with a couple of very experienced anglers. Late in the day, McPhee felt a tug. He figured he had hooked a rather large roe shad. The fish did not go easily or quickly. Folks on the shore stopped and watched, left and went to dinner, and returned to see McPhee still at it. Night fell. McPhee and the shad struggled for two hours and forty-five minutes. Eventually a cop showed up and asked McPhee and his friends if one of them owned a green Jeep. Well, Ed Cervone told the cop he did. Seems Ed's wife, Marian, had called the police, asking them to find him. McPhee explains that it wasn't really Marian Cervone who was worried, her husband being too unpredictable to worry about. No, it was McPhee's wife who was worried, and she called Marian because, she said, McPhee's absence was 'out of character'. In my favorite line in the book, McPhee wrote: Marian must have marvelled that someone could seriously use a phrase like that about a husband.
ON WHY I DON'T FISH
I was going to actually. Once anyhow. A cousin was going to take my brother and me fishing. To that end, one or more of my parents bought us fishing rods and reels. We were on our front porch, with no river or ocean in sight, showing off to some neighbor friend. He was explaining about how a rod will bend when a fish is fighting. It was important he said. So we were testing how much our rods would bend. My brother's bent more than mine, his still bending while mine already snapped. So, I got to watch my brother and cousin fish. You would think that there was a life- lesson there and that I would know thereafter not to be goofy and break things. I am, instead, a recidivist.
ON THE SHAD'S ROLE IN THE REVOLUTIONARY WAR
McPhee named this book 'The Founding Fish' because of its alleged role in saving the American force at Valley Forge. Like all good apocrypha, there is some basis for this legend. The Delaware was then, and is now, prime shad spawning water. And George Washington was, among many other things, a commercial shad fisherman. He would have known what to do when the river turned silver. Yet, the anecdotal and fossil evidence is simply non-existent. True, quite a few books and articles note that Nathan Hale asserted that an uncommonly early run of shad in the spring of 1778 saved Washington and his troops from starvation. Which would be fine, had not Hale died in September of 1776.
ON THOREAU....
....who had this to say: I have not yet met with the philosopher who could in a quite conclusive undoubtful way show me the . . . difference, between man and a fish.
ON BONES
Shad got them. Lots. Shad are described herein as an inverted porcupine.
ON THE SHAD'S CULINARY APPEAL
McPhee makes a compelling case that shad is the tastiest fish you can eat. Succulent. He includes plenty of testimonials. I wouldn't know because, as far as I can recall, I have never eaten shad. I don't even remember ever seeing shad for sale, not in grocery nor restaurant. Perhaps I've just overlooked it. Of course now it's a mission.