FV Polaris
The Polaris was an old school 42-foot combination salmon, tuna and crab boat built in the early to mid 1940’s. My dad purchased the boat the winter of 1967. And we fished this boat from the spring of 1968 through the summer of 1972. I had many firsts on this boat, but the summer of 1968 was a summer of firsts.
Everything on the Polaris was old-school
It was powered by an old 4-71 GMC diesel engine. The boat’s top speed was 6.5 knots. The boat had no refrigeration equipment, so all the fish were packed in ice. The fish hold would carry about 4-tons of iced fish.
The navigation equipment included a depth-finder, and a magnetic steering compass, and a wristwatch. For communication we had an old AM radio.
Spring 1968
My dad headed south from Newport in April to start fishing for king salmon off Eureka, California. I got out of school early, and joined him in mid-May.
Fishing out of Eureka was the first time I spent a night out on the water. We anchored the Polaris in about 8-fathoms (48-feet) of water several miles south of the harbor entrance. There was a large white cross on a church visible from our anchorage. There was a bright light shinning on the cross, making it visible at night. We were anchoring on a sandy beach, so there was no protection from the ocean waves. But the weather was good, and we rode the small swell in comfort.
Each night we would anchor up about an hour after sunset, and pull the anchor about an hour before sunrise. We would troll for king salmon from daylight to dark every day. This was my first time “trip fishing”. Meaning, to fish multiple days. Clean the fish, and then ice them down in the fish hold.
A whale of a time
Early one morning, a hour or so before the alarm went off, the boat took a heavy roll. Heaving over dangerously to one side. Dad and I were sleeping in the forecastle. This is below deck in the front of the boat. We both climbed quickly up the stairwell and ran out onto the main deck. Thinking that the anchor must have come loss and we drifted into the surf. As we stood on the deck looking out into the night a smelly spray of mist covered us both. Shinning a flashlight over the side we spotted a blue whale rubbing his back against our small vessel. Talking to other fisherman we learned that this was not an uncommon event. Whales would often rub against the hull of small vessel to scratch their backs and remove barnacles.
Heading north
Around the first of June we started fishing our way north. The plan was to be in Oregon for the opening of the silver salmon season on June 15.
to be continued….






















