The End of the Run

July 27, 2000
Inis Bo Finne, County Donegal, Ireland

Salmon fishing aboard the Canon Shields

The Salmon run is coming to an end along the Northwest coast of Ireland as it does each summer and has for thousands of years. Morris Dan Coll and his two sons, Donal and John, have been out on the sea for fourteen hours on each fishing day since this year’s run began at the beginning of June. Morris has his boat at the pier, nets aboard. John, thirteen years old, brings on a box with food and thermos of tea his mother, Sara, prepared for them. We depart.

British Admiralty chart of Inis Bo Finne. The shoal called the Cloghan is at bottom right. There are two different islands off the west coast of Ireland that are called Inisbofin (The Island of the White Cow) with various spellings. The other is in County Clare.

We are out of Inis Bo Finne, one of four small islands at the very northwest corner of Ireland where the Atlantic meets what Ptolemy named, on the oldest known chart of these waters, the Hyperborean Sea- the farthest northern sea. But the salmon have their own maps. Jimila Ferry, island man, told me that the salmon come out of the deeps in high latitudes of the North Atlantic, Iceland and Greenland, perhaps from under the ice sheets that then stretch to the northern pole. They reach European soundings off the north coast of Ireland, the Hebrides and Orkney Islands, then turn and travel west and south to the small rivers and streams along this coast that are their birthplaces and their destiny. Their destiny unless Morris and his sons have their way today.
We leave the pier and cross the Cloghan on a rising tide. The Cloghan is a shoal shouldering out from the southeast tip of Inis Bo Finne, running to the mainland. The seas coming strong from the north rise up on the shallowing water, trip and crash here making the Cloghan impossible to cross - good days for a small open boat to hold harbor. Today the waters are calm, the wind is southerly, and the forecast is for a mild showery day with southerlies rising to no more than Force 3. Morris tells me that Force 3 is enough wind to wrinkle the surface of the sea and hide the nets from the salmon.
The Canon Shields motors east parallel to the mainland shore, along the Magheraroarty (pronounce this "ma-her-ror-tee", It means 'Roarty's sands'), , Ballyness Bay, the estuary for the Bavin and Tullaghabegely (another tongue twister, "tul-ah-ha-beg-lee"), and Glenna Rivers that drain the Derryveagh Mountains. We ride along the long Falcarragh Strand and past my father’s birthplace at Drumnatinney. Past the Raith River the beach ends and the first rocks start that lead up to the sheer cliffs of Horn Head. Offshore of Horn Head is where Morris plans to set the net.

The Canon Shields

His boat is twenty-five feet in length, beam seven feet, depth two feet. It is lapstrake built, larch on sawn oak frames; each board overlaps the board below and is clench nailed to it, and to the oak. Ireland used to have its own forests, but they are gone mostly. The larch wood comes from Norway. The lapstrake design of the boat also came from Norway - the Vikings raided along this coast more than a twelve hundred years ago in lapstrake longboats - flexible, light, buoyant, seaworthy. Trondheim, Norway is a four day sail from here. The sailing boats that the Inishboffiners used until the advent of engines, they called a Drontheim skiff. Canon Shields is built along the same lines but with a flattened stern to carry the weight of engine. It is driven by a thirty horsepower Bukh diesel engine. Bukh is a Danish motor manufacturer. On the mainland, England especially, and southern Europe, is the strong axis of influence. But come offshore, even just the mile and a half that Inisboffin is from Ireland, and one notices the strong influence the Atlantic seaward countries have had and the heritage they left, from Iberian traders to Viking raiders. The islanders face the sea, their compatriots are other men of the sea.


Forward on the boat there is a small wheelhouse, enough shelter for the helmsman, the compass, the VHF ship’s radio, and the box of lunch John brought on. Adjacent to the wheelhouse at starboard is a warp hauler, driven by hydraulic lines that run down to a pump on the engine. The boat is steered by a rudder, outboard of the stern, and connected via cable runs to the ship’s wheel.

Amidships is entirely taken up by the net. It is one thousand five hundred meters in length. Fifteen sections each one hundred meters long. It is a forty-five mesh monofilament net. This means the diagonal through each square hole is 45 millimeters in length - 2 inches. Into this hole the salmon swim. From mouth to belly the salmon’s girth grows larger. The smallest fish can swim right through; but the salmon Morris hunts - 6 to 16 pounds - are larger than the opening on the. They can’t back out; not only because fish don’t swim in reverse, but because the net catches on their gill covers, holding them tight. Often fish will flail and fight and further ensnare themselves. Morris knows that salmon are powerful swimmers though, and some have enough power to burst their way on through the net. Some salmon caught in the spawning rivers show the marks of the net on their midsection and in the fray of their tail’s fin from its lashing on the nets' threads.

The net is 1500 meters long. From the top of the water where the cork line floats, to the bottom of the net where the leaded line rests is about 2 fathoms- 12 feet. A narrow rectangle then twelve feet deep, one metric mile long, when extended. This net is folded in the midships of the Canon Shields. Astern of the net is the engine cover and behind that, the boxes that we hope to fill with salmon. A tidy affair, this kit of the nearshore fisherman. Four of us in a small open boat, open to the seas and wind of thousands of empty ocean miles to our east, north and west, and six hundred foot sheer rock cliffs to our south and southeast.

Morris Dan Coll and his son, Donal, haul the net. Morris' younger son, John, is in the wheelhouse of the Canon Shields.

 

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