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Thanks Harry. Nice story , and so true. Made me hungry for that 'chowdah'
my grandmother used to make back in the day. I'm originally from MA, but she
was born in ME.

--Mike

"Harry Krause" wrote in message
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The New York Times

January 17, 2007
Sea Sends Distress Call in One-Note Chowders
By MOLLY O’NEILL

Stonington, Me.

DICK BRIDGES has big, calloused hands, hands that have been thickened by
half a century of fishing, hands that can build a life and shape a
community. They are not the sort of hands you expect to see mincing onions
in a church kitchen. But on a recent Saturday evening Mr. Bridges grasped
a flimsy knife, reached for a sack of yellow onions and launched into a
soliloquy about fishing in America and the dish that tells the story:
chowder.

....

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I hear ya. It didn't seem that long ago when a cheap home cooked meal was
fish... whatever the market had that day. Not so anymore... now fish is a
"special meal." I think I paid 12.99/lb for sole a couple of weeks back.
Hell, lobster is less expensive.

--Mike

P.S. I spent most of my teen years in Cheshire, CT


"Harry Krause" wrote in message
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My mom used to make one hell of a chowder from a variety of seafood
similar to the kinds described in the article. I sure remember the days of
inexpensive fish at the fish markets. My mother was from Boston, but there
was plenty of fish and shellfish available in New Haven when I was growing
up there. I think the damned huge factory fishing ships have ruined the
sea as a resource.





On 1/17/2007 9:50 PM, Mike wrote:
Thanks Harry. Nice story , and so true. Made me hungry for that
'chowdah' my grandmother used to make back in the day. I'm originally
from MA, but she was born in ME.

--Mike

"Harry Krause" wrote in message
...
The New York Times

January 17, 2007
Sea Sends Distress Call in One-Note Chowders
By MOLLY O’NEILL

Stonington, Me.

DICK BRIDGES has big, calloused hands, hands that have been thickened by
half a century of fishing, hands that can build a life and shape a
community. They are not the sort of hands you expect to see mincing
onions in a church kitchen. But on a recent Saturday evening Mr. Bridges
grasped a flimsy knife, reached for a sack of yellow onions and launched
into a soliloquy about fishing in America and the dish that tells the
story: chowder.

...

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On Thu, 18 Jan 2007 02:50:43 GMT, "Mike"
wrote:

Thanks Harry. Nice story , and so true. Made me hungry for that 'chowdah'
my grandmother used to make back in the day. I'm originally from MA, but she
was born in ME.

I've always envied "coast people" for the sea bounties they enjoy.
The only fresh chowder I've ever had was what Indian guides cooked
up for shore lunches in northern Ontario. They only used Northern
Pike, potatoes, onion and seasonings, but it was always the culinary
highlight of our fishing trips, even though I'm not really a soup guy.
OTOH, give me some crisply fried fillets from freshly caught sand
perch, bread and butter and a cold beer, and I'm in Florida heaven.

--Vic

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On Thu, 18 Jan 2007 17:12:23 -0500, Harry Krause
wrote:

On 1/18/2007 5:02 PM, Vic Smith wrote:
On Thu, 18 Jan 2007 02:50:43 GMT, "Mike"
wrote:

Thanks Harry. Nice story , and so true. Made me hungry for that 'chowdah'
my grandmother used to make back in the day. I'm originally from MA, but she
was born in ME.

I've always envied "coast people" for the sea bounties they enjoy.
The only fresh chowder I've ever had was what Indian guides cooked
up for shore lunches in northern Ontario. They only used Northern
Pike, potatoes, onion and seasonings, but it was always the culinary
highlight of our fishing trips, even though I'm not really a soup guy.
OTOH, give me some crisply fried fillets from freshly caught sand
perch, bread and butter and a cold beer, and I'm in Florida heaven.

--Vic


The simple chowders are the best. Not much better eating than one of
those Canadian shore lunches.

It helps to be hungry as hell, and we never carried any snacks while
fishing. I forgot the milk. They put canned milk in it too.

--Vic

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"Vic Smith" wrote in message
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On Thu, 18 Jan 2007 02:50:43 GMT, "Mike"
wrote:

Thanks Harry. Nice story , and so true. Made me hungry for that 'chowdah'
my grandmother used to make back in the day. I'm originally from MA, but
she
was born in ME.

I've always envied "coast people" for the sea bounties they enjoy.
The only fresh chowder I've ever had was what Indian guides cooked
up for shore lunches in northern Ontario. They only used Northern
Pike, potatoes, onion and seasonings, but it was always the culinary
highlight of our fishing trips, even though I'm not really a soup guy.
OTOH, give me some crisply fried fillets from freshly caught sand
perch, bread and butter and a cold beer, and I'm in Florida heaven.

--Vic

If I may ask, Kenora/Lake of the Woods area?

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On Thu, 18 Jan 2007 18:15:18 -0500, "D.Duck" wrote:


"Vic Smith" wrote in message
.. .
On Thu, 18 Jan 2007 02:50:43 GMT, "Mike"
wrote:

Thanks Harry. Nice story , and so true. Made me hungry for that 'chowdah'
my grandmother used to make back in the day. I'm originally from MA, but
she
was born in ME.

I've always envied "coast people" for the sea bounties they enjoy.
The only fresh chowder I've ever had was what Indian guides cooked
up for shore lunches in northern Ontario. They only used Northern
Pike, potatoes, onion and seasonings, but it was always the culinary
highlight of our fishing trips, even though I'm not really a soup guy.
OTOH, give me some crisply fried fillets from freshly caught sand
perch, bread and butter and a cold beer, and I'm in Florida heaven.

--Vic

If I may ask, Kenora/Lake of the Woods area?

It was fly-in @ 50 miles north of Red Lake. Saborin(sp?) Lake Lodge.
Blood Vein chain. Real nice. My dad represented the lodge at the
Chicago boat show for a few years and got a deal when he went up there
a couple times a year. He took me twice. Never could/would spend
those bucks myself then or now. This was early '70's. One time we
flew to Red Lake and another time we drove. From Red Lake we loaded
onto a Norseman for the flight to the lodge. Pilots name was Norm.
We fished primarily for Walleyes, but also threw spoons for Northerns.
There was a Lake Trout lake called Big Shell near the lodge which I
flew to once, but my dad and his cohorts usually went to once a trip
to the lodge. I caught the only lake trout that cold, blustery day,
snagged with a Lazy Ike.
A guy named Bill Rullo was with us that trip and had brought along a
*really* nice looking young woman.
For some reason he stayed at the lodge more days than not instead of
fishing, and the "Big Shell" day was one of them.
The night before we flew to Big Shell he gave me the Lazy Ike and made
me promise to try it.
I never used an Ike myself, since with all those hooks hanging off it
it's dangerous just to get it on the swivel.
I put it on the swivel just before we ready to leave only to keep my
promise to Bill, and it snagged a ten-pounder, the only fish caught
that day.
Funny, true (maybe it was a five-pounder), and provides a good memory
out of an otherwise bleak day in the Great North.
I've never been back up there, and don't know how it is now, but it
was great fishing then. Since I started ocean fishing, I don't have
much interest in FW, but you reminding me of Kenora and Lake of the
Woods perks up my interest a bit. Been there lately?

--Vic

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"Vic Smith" wrote in message
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On Thu, 18 Jan 2007 18:15:18 -0500, "D.Duck" wrote:


"Vic Smith" wrote in message
. ..
On Thu, 18 Jan 2007 02:50:43 GMT, "Mike"
wrote:

Thanks Harry. Nice story , and so true. Made me hungry for that
'chowdah'
my grandmother used to make back in the day. I'm originally from MA, but
she
was born in ME.

I've always envied "coast people" for the sea bounties they enjoy.
The only fresh chowder I've ever had was what Indian guides cooked
up for shore lunches in northern Ontario. They only used Northern
Pike, potatoes, onion and seasonings, but it was always the culinary
highlight of our fishing trips, even though I'm not really a soup guy.
OTOH, give me some crisply fried fillets from freshly caught sand
perch, bread and butter and a cold beer, and I'm in Florida heaven.

--Vic

If I may ask, Kenora/Lake of the Woods area?

It was fly-in @ 50 miles north of Red Lake. Saborin(sp?) Lake Lodge.
Blood Vein chain. Real nice. My dad represented the lodge at the
Chicago boat show for a few years and got a deal when he went up there
a couple times a year. He took me twice. Never could/would spend
those bucks myself then or now. This was early '70's. One time we
flew to Red Lake and another time we drove. From Red Lake we loaded
onto a Norseman for the flight to the lodge. Pilots name was Norm.
We fished primarily for Walleyes, but also threw spoons for Northerns.
There was a Lake Trout lake called Big Shell near the lodge which I
flew to once, but my dad and his cohorts usually went to once a trip
to the lodge. I caught the only lake trout that cold, blustery day,
snagged with a Lazy Ike.
A guy named Bill Rullo was with us that trip and had brought along a
*really* nice looking young woman.
For some reason he stayed at the lodge more days than not instead of
fishing, and the "Big Shell" day was one of them.
The night before we flew to Big Shell he gave me the Lazy Ike and made
me promise to try it.
I never used an Ike myself, since with all those hooks hanging off it
it's dangerous just to get it on the swivel.
I put it on the swivel just before we ready to leave only to keep my
promise to Bill, and it snagged a ten-pounder, the only fish caught
that day.
Funny, true (maybe it was a five-pounder), and provides a good memory
out of an otherwise bleak day in the Great North.
I've never been back up there, and don't know how it is now, but it
was great fishing then. Since I started ocean fishing, I don't have
much interest in FW, but you reminding me of Kenora and Lake of the
Woods perks up my interest a bit. Been there lately?

--Vic

Actually drove to Red Lake from Chicago one time in the early 70's. No
fly-in just fishing from a local camp. Action was great.

Also did some fly-in fishing to a friends private camp out of Dryden.
That's when I was much younger and the trips were mostly card playing and
beer drinking and occasionally fishing. Snow mobiled into his place a
couple of times. That's when I came to realize that the point were C and F
are the same number is at -40*.

Since 1969 I've be frequenting the same camp just south of Kenora on LOW.
Over 50 trips, I've lost count. I've been in Central Florida for 15 years
and have been back up there every year, sometimes twice, except the past
two. Hoping to get up there again this summer at least once.

The trip was not so bad when I lived in Chicago but it's almost 4K miles
round trip for me here in FL. And, I tow my boat, a Lund 1900 Pro-V.

I just love it up on the Canadian Shield if for nothing else than the beauty
and tranquility. The fishing is almost secondary.

For my money, walleye, is my favorite eating fish. Of course up there they
call them pickerel, eh.

I don't care for ocean fishing, but here the past couple of years a buddy
has got me into flats fishing for red fish.

I do a fair amount of bass fishing on the Harris Chain and my favorite get
away is to the Stick Marsh/Farm 13. Now there's some big bass. Also
crappies, or more correctly down here specs, are unbelievable in the Marsh.
Couldn't believe the size of them beauties the first time there.

Now I'm really longing for a shore lunch with fresh walleye on some secluded
LOW island.

If you're interested, you can see the camp I'm speaking of at witchbay.com.

Nice chatting.....

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Vic Smith wrote:

On Thu, 18 Jan 2007 02:50:43 GMT, "Mike"
wrote:


Thanks Harry. Nice story , and so true. Made me hungry for that 'chowdah'
my grandmother used to make back in the day. I'm originally from MA, but she
was born in ME.


I've always envied "coast people" for the sea bounties they enjoy.
The only fresh chowder I've ever had was what Indian guides cooked
up for shore lunches in northern Ontario. They only used Northern
Pike, potatoes, onion and seasonings, but it was always the culinary
highlight of our fishing trips, even though I'm not really a soup guy.
OTOH, give me some crisply fried fillets from freshly caught sand
perch, bread and butter and a cold beer, and I'm in Florida heaven.

Well the further north you go, the more likely the Scots got there ahead
of you.

Google for: cullen skink recipe
and you will see the ancestral white fish soup.

--
Ian Malcolm. London, ENGLAND. (NEWSGROUP REPLY PREFERRED)
ianm[at]the[dash]malcolms[dot]freeserve[dot]co[dot]uk
[at]=@, [dash]=- & [dot]=. *Warning* HTML & 32K emails -- NUL:
'Stingo' Albacore #1554 - 15' Early 60's, Uffa Fox designed,
All varnished hot moulded wooden racing dinghy.

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On Thu, 18 Jan 2007 21:17:11 -0500, "D.Duck" wrote:


Since 1969 I've be frequenting the same camp just south of Kenora on LOW.
Over 50 trips, I've lost count. I've been in Central Florida for 15 years
and have been back up there every year, sometimes twice, except the past
two. Hoping to get up there again this summer at least once.

The trip was not so bad when I lived in Chicago but it's almost 4K miles
round trip for me here in FL. And, I tow my boat, a Lund 1900 Pro-V.

Damn!!!!!! You're a driver, you are.

I just love it up on the Canadian Shield if for nothing else than the beauty
and tranquility. The fishing is almost secondary.

Second that. Run into any bears?

For my money, walleye, is my favorite eating fish. Of course up there they
call them pickerel, eh.

Almost every fisherman from this area says that, and I won't argue.
It's good for sure. Maybe I like sand perch, grunt, drum, etc because
I've caught more of them and got them fried up quickly after catching
them. Except for shore lunch walleyes, which weren't cooked how I
like them, all my walleyes were frozen before eating.
Or maybe I just like best the most recent fish I've eaten.

I don't care for ocean fishing, but here the past couple of years a buddy
has got me into flats fishing for red fish.

Funny, my dad's been in Florida for almost 30 years now, fishing many
of those days, but still wants to go to Okee, WI on the river or up to
Canada. Talks about it all the time. I just like salt better.

I do a fair amount of bass fishing on the Harris Chain and my favorite get
away is to the Stick Marsh/Farm 13. Now there's some big bass. Also
crappies, or more correctly down here specs, are unbelievable in the Marsh.
Couldn't believe the size of them beauties the first time there.

I fished for crappies more than any other fish, and they're good
eating too, but the ones we caught weren't big enough to fillet so the
bones slowed down the eating. Never caught or ate those southern
"slabs." Do you fillet them, and how do they taste?

Now I'm really longing for a shore lunch with fresh walleye on some secluded
LOW island.

If you're interested, you can see the camp I'm speaking of at witchbay.com.

Thanks for that. Looks real nice. When my wife gets more vacation
time I'd like to drive up there, even if only for a few days. Those
boats appear to be rigged up just right.

--Vic

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"Vic Smith" wrote in message
...
On Thu, 18 Jan 2007 02:50:43 GMT, "Mike"
wrote:

Thanks Harry. Nice story , and so true. Made me hungry for that 'chowdah'
my grandmother used to make back in the day. I'm originally from MA, but
she
was born in ME.

I've always envied "coast people" for the sea bounties they enjoy.
The only fresh chowder I've ever had was what Indian guides cooked
up for shore lunches in northern Ontario. They only used Northern
Pike, potatoes, onion and seasonings, but it was always the culinary
highlight of our fishing trips, even though I'm not really a soup guy.
OTOH, give me some crisply fried fillets from freshly caught sand
perch, bread and butter and a cold beer, and I'm in Florida heaven.

--Vic


Pike is highly underrated.