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Copper River Red Salmon

August 21, 2009

 

Kevin recently came for a short visit over Fred’s 75thand brought a Copper River Red Salmon to smoke on the grill for dinner. It was delicious and as always – great to see him again!  Here is a story he sent, a few years ago, about his and Rose’s dip net fishing experiences. – Patty

Kev - firing up the grill with his soaked wood chips

Kev - firing up the grill with his soaked wood chips

 

~ Kevin ~

 

Ten years of dip netting at Chitina

 

 Very shortly after I returned from fieldwork in Russia this year, Rose and I packed up and headed for Chitina to catch enough salmon for another year of tasty fish. Copper River red salmon, recognized as prize gastronomic fare, is available to Alaska residents through a “personal use fishery” on the Copper River while the salmon are running. A household of two or more can catch 30 red salmon or 29 reds and a king. The latter combination is about as good as fish eating gets, raw or cooked.

 

As we drove the six or seven hours to get to the Copper River at Chitina, we realized that this was our tenth year of dip netting. Some years have been more successful than others, but we have it down fairly well now and have gotten our limit for three years running. There was a little uncertainty in that this year, though. You have to go early if you’re going to get a king salmon, and going early poses a risk of not catching your limit. So we went a little early–actually, the only time when both of us could really get away. But it was slow. Mark Hem, one of the charter boat operators, told us it was slow, and he was right. It reminded me of the year that Sam McAllister and his brother Roger said that “Fishing is shitty.” Truth in advertising brings your customers back. We’ve been happy customers for a decade, whether we’ve gotten our limit or not.

 

We’ve always gone with a charter, because we haven’t had a vehicle that could get us to where we could scale the bluff or cliff ourselves. Dip netting in the Copper River occurs where the river is forced through a canyon, so the banks are very steep and rocky, and the river itself is a roiling madhouse of angry water. Now that the road is mostly impassable, few people can go beyond O’Brien Creek without a charter, at least into the canyon, where the water and the fish become most concentrated. The raging current encountering the rough, rocky banks often causes back-currents. It is here where the fish, migrating upstream to their spawning grounds, find easier passage, and dip netters can have their nets spread in an upstream direction to hopefully catch the tasty creatures. The water, coming right off of the Wrangell-St. Elias glaciers, is very cold and very turbid with suspended particles. You can’t see a quarter of an inch into it. So as a netter you just stand there with your net in the water and wait until a fish bumps it. Or just wait, and wait, and wait.

 

Put your salmon in a foil boat to catch the juices.

Put your salmon in a foil "boat" to catch the juices.

 

The river is a rough and unforgiving body of water here, so you are best off wearing a life jacket and tying yourself off to something solid onshore. It’s not a good place for a family outing. There’s nothing to stop you from a long float downriver if you are unfortunate enough to fall in without being tied off. And in that cold, roiling water survival is very uncertain. We always bring enough rope to tie off. Once I get the feel of a site and get comfortable with it, I often just have the net tied off (high on the closed handle) and make my brain realize that if I fall in to hang the hell on. But I think that a very large king salmon at the wrong moment could inadvertently change all that in a heartbeat. Nobody plans to fall in, but people have died dip netting. We’re pretty careful.

 

Really get it smoking then CLOSE THE LID!

Really get it smoking then CLOSE THE LID!

This year we left Fairbanks rather late in the afternoon after stocking up on ice and snacks at the grocery store. We camped near Chitina and got up before 0500 to drive the last few miles and get in line for a charter boat. We set out on a gorgeous morning–blue skies and clear. It hasn’t always been this way. We prepare for rain, wind, and cool weather and are ready to strip down and put on sun screen if we get lucky. And this year we did just that. We were catching fish by 0800 on our own little rock beside the raging river, and we pulled in enough by the 1000 lull (which we’ve come to expect) that we were excited. But the lull was long and deep, so by 1200 we were wondering whether we would get a king OR our limit.

 

We’d had relatively few bumps that we hadn’t picked up, but the sunny day had the water rising and the currents subtly changing, so where the fish were and how they were moving was changing. You have to keep on sampling different ways to fish when things slow down–deeper, on the up-side of whirlpools, sweeping pools, etc. It’s very hard work. Just holding your net steady in the turbulent water can be an arduous job. But we kept at it, and number 17 was a beautiful king. When it hit my net I knew exactly what it was. There’s an amazing amount of strength in a big fish, and having a king hit your net feels a lot like it probably would if you closed your eyes and stuck a net out in front of city traffic. I immediately began pulling in the net, but partway in both the king and I stopped fighting because it wasn’t entirely clear what to do next to win. With the king (a yard long or more) halfway in and out of my net, I had to determine how to manipulate it to get him more in than out. As we mutually assessed the situation, I let my subconscious take over. My hands knew which side was the front of the net, so I swept him in and hauled the bucking bronco into the air. Wow! Human muscles and adrenaline won the day, and after I beat it senseless and Rose took a couple of pictures I broke out a new stringer and put it in the water to keep it cool.

 

Flip the fish half way through into another foil boat

Flip the fish half way through into another foil boat and put on a fresh batch of wood chips.

 

We’ve learned a bit about clubbing and clipping fish. The rule is no mercy. Club them senseless before removing them from the net, clip the tail corners as the law requires, clip a gill arch or two to bleed them, then put them into the cold river on a stringer to keep them cool. Fewer cut fingers (from their teeth), no lost fish, and less tangled stringers are the result. I don’t feel the need to wear gloves anymore, unless it’s cold.

 

The next fish I encountered was a king, too, but this one got away with only a short wrestling match that showed me a tail of about the same size as the one we already had. You can only get one, so I was happy to not have to fight another.

 

Having your butt cheeks clenching a rock for eight hours can be tiring, and it was nearly eight hours of hard labor this year before we reached our limit. Rose pulled in number 30, and we were happy to have it as the charter passed and we signaled for a pickup. We packed up and had a snack before zooming back upriver to O’Brien Creek.

 

 

At O’Brien Creek we did a rough cleaning before putting the fish onto ice, then we headed for home, tired but with coolers full. We stopped in Chitina for more ice and some ice cream, then pushed on for home. We camped for the night at one of our favorite spots–a gravel pit where Gray-cheeked Thrushes (Catharus minimus) can be counted on to sing late into the long crepuscular period of night. This completed for us the trifecta of greater North American Catharus thrushes: Swainson’ Thrushes (C. ustulatus) had sung us to sleep the night before; Hermit Thrushes (C. guttatus) had sprinkled the cliffside dawn and morning with their delightfully haunting songs; and now, at high elevation near Summit Lake, the most ethereal singer of the genus cast its rapid, somewhat buzzy, flute-like songs to the midnight sun. For such unprepossessing birds they are among the world’s most beautiful songsters. It perks up the soul to be a part of their world, however fleetingly.

 

Next morning we completed our return to Fairbanks, attended briefly to business at school, then rolled up our sleeves and began processing fish. Putting those tasty, bagged filets into the freezer is one of those pleasures you relish because you know how much enjoyment they’re going to bring all winter long. And grilling a whole, fresh fish over wood chips for dinner is about as good as it gets.

 

An expert at de-boning!

An expert at de-boning!

Industrial fish cleaning and slime control

 

We’re picky about our fish. They are bled as they are put on the stringer and kept cool in the river until we return to O’Brien Creek. Because the Copper River is so silty and the fish have had their natural silt control (and life) stripped from them, they can look pretty ugly from silt accumulation. At O’Brien Creek all is put right, at least as far as food is concerned. There, we do not fillet them. Instead, all we do is gut them, rinse them well in the creek, then pack them in ice for the trip home–heads on and all. Part of this is just to keep the skin and any slime from ever touching the meat. Another part is just that we can clean and pack fish a lot better in our kitchen than on a gravel bar in blowing wind and/or hot sun at the end of a long and tiring day. Derek Sikes invented the phrase “industrial fish cleaning,” and for 30 salmon it fits very well.

 

Patty makes the Dill Butter

Patty makes the Dill Butter

 

Out on the Copper River here’s what we use:

– Life jackets.

– Hat and rain gear.

– Rope to tie off you and/or your net.

– A small plastic box to carry our junk and lunch.

– Long-handled nets. The handles are 12 feet long, and the nets themselves are 32 inches across. After ten years, it looks like we need to replace the nets. We keep a roll of braided nylon in our box to make repairs on the fly–increasingly necessary. This year we had a couple of aggravating escapes.

– A club to stun the fish.

– Heavy duty metal shears (aviation shears) to cut tail corners and gill arches (clipping the corners of the tail is required by state regulation).

– Heavy duty stringers. Most people just use rope, but we’ve seen fish lost several times and so have adopted a belt-and-suspenders method instead. Five or six fish to a stringer is as much weight as you want to put on there, but still the bottom-most, tie-off fish can break off and allow the others to slip off as well (we watched one guy lose at least six fish this way!). We’ve gone to heavy-duty, metal chain-and-clip stringers AND a light rope through the opposite gill to assure that every fish comes home with us. A king gets its own stringer.

– Sunglasses and sun screen (ever hopeful!)

– Heavy duty pocket knife. For gutting; more on that above.

– Large marine coolers (ca. 120 quart, two)

– Ice. We usually leave Fairbanks with 12 bags of cheap ice and replenish in Chitina or Delta Junction (ice is more expensive in both) if we need to.

Back home we use:

– A vacuum sealer with 8″ wide bags from the roll they sell for it. This year our first sealer died (it had handled many hundreds of pounds of fish and game), but we had a new one in a short time from Fred Meyer’s.

– A large freezer.

– A king salmon head soup recipe.

– Soy sauce and wasabi for sashimi.

– Wood chips for smoke-grilling.


Update from Kev 10/16/11:

Hey, Mary — we just had smoke-grilled red last night! It was amazingly good. We’re not doing as many whole ones as we used to, maybe just 2-3 per year. There are no secrets. It’s one of the easiest things to cook imaginable. Soak the wood chips for about half an hour before you need to fire up the grill. For fillets, that’s maybe 60 minutes before you want to eat (depends on grill temperature and outdoor temperature). Half an hour before you want to eat, drain the wood chips and put them in the grill. (I used to just dump ’em in there and rake them down through the grate like the picture shows, but now I take the grate off so I don’t get remaining wood fragments sticking on the edges to be picked up by a sliding burger or something later.)

Fire up the grill, turn the heat as low as it will go, and let it get warmed up for 6-10 minutes. When the smoke really gets going (always seems good at 10 minutes), put the fish on. We have a metal grill platter — a sheet of metal with holes in it for smaller or fragile items that might go through the grate otherwise. I oil the platter, wash up the fillets, and put them skin side down on it (up here we clean the fish with the skin on, but of course we don’t eat it). You can spice a little or not, depends on your taste. One of our favorites is a little taco seasoning, but with the whole fish we use no seasoning at all. With the fillets I check them about every 7 minutes to be sure things are going alright. Last night they took about 23 minutes (it is getting cold; snow here this morning). You want the thickest part to still be a little pink in the middle if medium rare is someone’s favorite. The thin spots will be fully done. You have to be careful not to overcook it. When you catch it right they are juicy and wonderful, but they can dry out fast if they’re on for just a couple minutes too long. I cut into the thick spot sometimes to be sure, but after awhile you can usually tell just by looking at them.

We take them off of the skin when serving, just leaving the skin stuck to the grate. You want that fish in peoples’ mouths just a couple minutes after it comes off the grill — still almost too hot to eat. Have some of your spice on hand to freshen it up if desired.

Dill Butter

Dill Butter

14 Comments leave one →
  1. August 24, 2009 8:26 am

    Beautiful!!! Wish I had tried some!

  2. August 24, 2009 8:44 am

    WOW. That’s delicious.

  3. tastyeatsathome permalink
    August 24, 2009 9:32 am

    I am so insanely jealous. I’ve been salmon-fishing once, when I was a kid, in Oregon. This experience sounds so much more exciting! And delicious to boot!

  4. August 24, 2009 10:46 am

    I love your story and the salmon looks so delicious.

  5. August 24, 2009 6:30 pm

    What an interesting post! Thks for sharing…

  6. August 24, 2009 8:17 pm

    I wish we had some fresh salmon on hand! that looks mouth watering delicious.

  7. August 24, 2009 9:20 pm

    I so enjoy visiting your blog. Your posts, photos, and recipes are always so interesting, and delicious!

    • foododelmundo permalink
      August 24, 2009 9:59 pm

      Thanks Redlkathy! That was so nice of you to drop a line and let us know!
      ~ Mary

  8. marcella permalink
    August 24, 2009 11:19 pm

    Fantastic post!! makes me want to try fishing. Okay, how about just eating some freshly caught salmon!

  9. August 25, 2009 3:43 pm

    I miss going up to Oregon and Washington and getting really fresh Copper River Salmon.

    I’m drooling all over my keyboard as I type this.

    • foododelmundo permalink
      August 25, 2009 4:13 pm

      So you’ve joined my club! I didn’t get any either – we were on vacation – I not only missed the salmon, but Kev too – it’s been more than four years I think! – too long without seeing my great brother Kev and his adorable Rose!
      ~ Mary

  10. August 26, 2009 6:43 am

    Amazing smoking and dish truly mouth watering well done and thanks for sharing a hug xx Rico|Recipes

  11. September 11, 2009 11:18 am

    wow, you guys are hard core fisherpeople! that sounds like quite an adventure but worth the effort. I just love copper river salmon!

  12. July 6, 2013 1:06 pm

    Great post. Chitina is a trip! For anyone who hasn’t been down there, watch these videos that Fish & Game made -http://www.adfg.alaska.gov/index.cfm?adfg=PersonalUsebyAreaInteriorChitina.video It shows the craziness of that place!

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