The Nushagak Chronicles Part 2: The Man in the Moon

The Man in the Moon

  “Gonna be some sweet sounds coming down on the nightshift....”

-The Commodores-

    I was on the night shift.  Setting our nets out at 11:30 P.M., we would hold the line until 6:00 A.M.  It was a clear night and the sunset had dropped behind the mountains in spectacular form.  The deep blazen orange glowed behind the Ahklun mountains in diminishing intensity with each passing minute.  Side note: One of the mountains of the Ahklun is curiously shaped like a woman’s breast.  I digress.

    It was darker now and all that could be seen were several tender’s boat lights and the little net-lights blinking at the end of each net. Navigation between nets had become difficult making the GPS invaluable.

    We had just cleared the last net of fish and were clipped-on to our fifty fathom net enjoying the view.  No fish were hitting at the moment.  It was time to chill.

    “Mega-man, Tundra Prancer...”  I was being hailed on the VHF radio.

    “Go ahead Ian.”  Communication between boats is essential and we all have call-names (handles)  My handle, Tundra Prancer, was earned back in the late nineties.  As the story goes I had led a group of young men on a long hike behind camp through the rolling Nushagak tundra.  It was a hot day and the mosquitoes were relentless.  On our way back to camp as a way to avoid the bugs, apparently I broke out into a slow run or as some would call it...a prance.  Go figure.

     “How’s it going over there?”

     “P.D.S.” ( Pretty darn slow), I replied.

    The darkness blanketed us now and all that could be seen clearly was the hundred or so boat lights of varying brightness spotting the horizon like a constellation.  The moon was the dominant figure of the night and it was slowly sinking in the Southern sky.

     It hung low and large in the sky and as we watched it descend we became transfixed by its splendor.  “Yeah, not much going on here but check out the moon!”

    Ian and Cole were across Nushagak Bay on Coffee Point very close to where the moon appeared to be touching down.  I wondered if their view was as good as ours.  By now the moon had touched-down on the bay and the calm seas reflected its light.  From our vantage point it was clear; The moon was melting into the sea!

    It was the color of Tillamook Cheddar with a splash of pink thrown in but its coloration was not uniform. “Hey I see a man’s face!”  I said.

    “It’s the man in the moon.”  Chris replied.  He was my bowman and partner on the boat.  Almost 20 years my junior Chris is a scrappy carpenter from California with a cheerful outlook and a well developed work ethic.  We had shared the night shift duties for the last three nights and it was looking like the pattern would continue.

    We sat in amazement as we watched the man in the moon melt into the sea like some strange giant wax figure.  Soon he was gone and the Bay got just a little bit darker.

“Gonna be a long night

It’s gonna be alright

On the nightshift

Oh you found another home

I know you’re not alone

On the nightshift”

A rare sighting of Chris and I in the daylight.