It's been a great and much needed vacation, but now I am back where I started last April. I just finished my 4
day briefing here in Seattle, which was highly reminiscent of my 3 week
training, but far less intense. It was a refresher course for those of us who
hadn’t been in the Observing world for some time. I now, however, look at my
training through a new lens, one that has been improved by experience that I
have gained in the field observing on Kodiak Rockfish and Flatfish trawlers, as
well as Cod on a pot boat out of Dutch Harbor. The material is less
intimidating, and I can look at it more critically, and even offer the trainers
advice in how to improve the manual and convey certain topics to us. On my most
difficult assignment, I discovered that trying to go by the book was in my
specific scenario, quite impossible. I recommended that a corollary detailing
what to do in that case be added so that future observers will at least be more
immediately aware of other options aside from what is currently shown.
Training aside, I am now almost a level 3 (of 7) and because
of the experience I have gained on my pot vessel, I am now Lead Certified to
work on longliners, which as the name implies, use long lines with hundreds of
baited hooks to catch their fish. This comes with new experience, as well as a
nice pay raise which I am quite pleased with. It is a very different sampling
method compared to what I am used to. It requires me to be standing in one
place exposed on deck for long periods of time tallying all of the species as
they come up, and periodically collecting weight and specimen samples. It
should be interesting this time of year, as the Bering is at its coldest. I am
excited and nervous once again, as I was fresh out of training.
On a different note, Seattle is a very wet place. I think our minds are wired to love water, aside from the fact that we need it to survive. Especially the sound of moving water in the many forms it takes; from the sound of the ocean repeatedly approaching and receding against a sand or pebble beach, the roar of a raging waterfall or river, trickle of a brook, lapping against the hull of a boat, or even the more familiar sound of it rushing through the plumbing pipes of our homes and hitting the walls of the shower. Few things, at least to me, are more soothing.