Category Archives: Fishermen Profiles
Cousin Joe Marcantonio Hosted Tommy & Peter from the Isle of Mauritius After The Boston International Seafood Show
Tommy & Peter from the Isle of Mauritius came to Sister Felicias after Joe invited them. Joe works for Stavis Seafoods as a director of buying and they source a good amount of fish from The Isle Of Mauratius.
Where is The Isle Of Mauratius You Ask?
I’m pretty sure they ate pretty good at Felicia’s
When I was a kid, it was an amazing sight watching tuna taken out of the boat at the Sport Dock. Then, someone would climb the ladder and call out the weight from the scale. It had to have been a rush for the spectators at the 2014 Blowout season watching 4 fish weigh in.
I love that the Bluefin Blowout has revitalized the spirit of sport fishing in town. It is reminiscent of the days of Tournaments held over 40 years ago at the Cape Ann Tuna Club in East Gloucester.
If people are curious as to what a full day at this event was like, they may enjoy this tasty tidbit.
Get ready for the fourth annual, less than 5 months away.
Hope all is well. We are currently looking for lobstermen to assist us with stocking our touch tanks and other aquariums this spring and summer. We would be highly interested in having anyone you know assist with the collection of local marine species for live display in our Aquarium. Any unusual lobsters, skates, or other creatures would be much appreciated starting in May. We will happily take care of transporting sea creatures from your facility to Harbor Loop. If you have any interest in helping out Maritime Gloucester in this way, please let me know.
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From Beth Story
Great to see the film of Joseph and Lucia fishing. Here is the boat at the beginning of her career as a highliner.
A lobsterman’s work is never done ~
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Chrissy “Vic” Jewell is selling The Makenzie Rose and she’s a beaut Clark. (Griswolds reference in case you missed it)
Adam Bolonsky writes-
I remember when the Unification Church (the Moonies) arrived Gloucester in the late 70’s and started bluefin fishing. It was a complex time, and thinking about it recently, I came across these reminiscences from Colleen Christian, a Moonie who moved to Gloucester to fish on one of the two dozen or so Gloucester bluefin boats the Moonies brought to the waterfont. Moonie crews fished with handlines for bluefin. Some crews were made up of only women. Anyhow, I got a kick out of the anecdote below, especially the part where a moonie from the Bronx teaches a Gloucester bluefin moonie crew how to respond to Moonies suck!
My first assignment in Gloucester was on a bluefin boat that went to the Northwest Corner, this huge bank, a rise in the ocean floor, where the water is about a hundred feet deep, ideal for bluefin tuna fishing. Soon after we we got there, there was a strike on one of the boats in there. When you hook a bluefin, first thing you do is, the first mate releases the anchor – attached to a big orange buoy ball – so that when you land your fish you can retrieve your anchor. In our fleet, it was permissible for any of our boats to come over and take the anchor of a Moonie boat that had just hooked up, the reasoning being, if one boat caught a tuna in that spot, another boat would, too.
So that’s what we did. Soon after we moved to the other boat’s mooring ball, I heard the snap of one of the clips holding our handlines. Our captain barked out orders to release the anchor and to pull in all the our other lines.
It was pandemonium and utter confusion, and so another boat in our fleet motored over to help. This big German guy jumped on board with us to us. He and I pulled in the extra lines and our captain took the fighting line to the bow. After a half hour, I took the fighting line, and that’s how it went, back and forth, for over two hours. , and it went on, like that, for two hours, his turn, my turn.
The fish we landed weighed 550 lbs. When we got it within a few feet of our boat, I gaffed it, and we inserted one line through its gills, another around its tail, and we tied it off alongside low enough in the water to keep cool for the trip home.
The big thing to do in was moon us. People in Gloucester knew us and knew our cars, and they would drive by us and pull their pants down and show us their butts. They’d yell,
“Moonies suck! Moonies suck!”
But there was a brother in our church who was kind of a bad dude before he joined the church. He was from the Bronx, and he knew how to answer Moonies suck. He said,
“When they yell Moonies suck, you yell, Your mother sucks! Your sister sucks!”
So we did. They yelled Moonies suck at us. And we yelled back, Your mother sucks!! And they yelled, My mother sucks?! You suck! and from there it would escalate.
Photo: Nancy Breyfogel, Susan Fox, Jane Rees and Lois Ramunnihad stand with a Moonie bluefin they landed in Gloucester in the early 1980’s. “Like anyone else,” Lois said, “I wanted to try it because it sounded exciting. It was something new.”
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Drew Hale Talks About The Brand-
You know those pretentious “Foodies” that think they know everything there is to know about Seafood?
The next time you’re invited to a cocktail party and they start in on how “Monkfish tastes just like lobster.” You know what you tell them?
“Get out my face sucka!”
That’s got to be one of the biggest laughs know to anyone who has handled or tried monkfish. Not even close. But you’ll hear every foodie spout it out. Idiots.
Next up is that skatewings taste just like scallops. Another idiotic statement. You know back in the late 80s early 90s there were days that we’d handle over 10,000lbs of skatewings at under 20 cents a lb. And some marketing guru at a rag like today’s “Edible Boston” probably got some idea to pitch the idea that skatewing tasted like scallops and the mindless lemmings that most Foddies are, they bought it hook, line and sinker.
You want to know the best underutilized species? Well I’ll tell you. Number one and my all time favorite fish fried similar to smelt is Whiting.
Another great one is ocean catfish (also called wolfish).
Monkfish, just like lobster.
Skatewing, just like scallops.
So next time you’re at the cocktail party with the pretentious foodie, you tell them to keep the monkfish and skatewing on their side of the table and push the lobster and scallops your way.
Here is my Painting, “Meeting On Rum-Row”
It’s 1932, Prohibition and two former Gloucester fishing schooners meet up with the US Coast Guard’s 75’ patrol boat, CG-100 which was then based in Gloucester. They are on Rum-Row, 3 miles off the coast of New York and New Jersey. The coast guard is charged with patrolling the 3 Mile Territorial Limit to protect against the illegal entry of liquor into the US.
On the left is the 100 ft. Sch. H.L. Marshall and on the right is the 110 ft. Sch. Arethusa. Both were Essex-built and had been high-liners among the Gloucester fishing fleet. They were purchased by the legendary bootlegger, Bill “The Real” McCoy of Florida. Both were rebuilt, strengthened and had their twin auxiliary engines replaced. The Arethusa had a new ten ft. bowsprit added to accommodate a flying jib and increase her carrying capacity to 16,000 cases of liquor. The Marshall carried 15,000 cases They were operating out of the Bahamas under British registry. At that time the Arethusa’s name was changed to Tomoka after McCoy’s home port in Florida. They were fast under sail or power and the nemises of the US Coast Guard. At the height of his career, McCoy operated six former fishing schooners, hauling illegal booze from the Bahamas, Cuba, Bermuda, Jamaica and St. Pierre & Miquellen Islands off Newfoundland. Those cases, offloaded on Rum-Row to fast small boats and landed in the US earned McCoy $10/case. The Marshall carried 1,500 cases and the Arethusa 1,600 and would earn him $31,000 cash
Rum-row was the 3 mile territorial limit of US legal jurisdiction off our coastline at the time. The federal boats had no jurisdiction outside the limit and the smart rum-runners stayed outside to avoid capture. McCoy operated one and hired young, seasoned fishing captains to skipper his other boats. His boats were mounted with Bofors and Colt Machine guns – not to battle the Coast Guard but, as protection against mob-owned hi-speed boats that cruised the “row” and hi-jacked unprotected ships. McCoy earned the nickname, The Real McCoy because he refused to buy his liquor from the mobsters and guaranteed it was not watered down.
Eventually, McCoy was captured by what he and many others claimed to be a very unscrupulous trick by the Coast Guard. My next painting in this series will be the show-down between his Schooner Tomoka/Arethusa and the cutter Seneca.
Our Lobsterman Tommy Burns named his boat The Arethusa after Bill “The Real” McCoy’s Schooner Arethusa.
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Definition: Arethusa was a nymph, possibly the daughter of an Arcadian river god, and a follower of the virgin goddess Artemis. One day as she was bathing, she discovered the river god Alpheus desired her, so she fled. She ran as far as the island of Syracuse, but he kept up. In desperation, Arethusa called on Artemis to defend her. Artemis did what she could. She transformed Arethusa into a spring, but according to Pausanias, the nymph didn’t remain pure even in her transformed state. Alpheus had himself transformed into a river running under the spring so that the waters of river and spring might mingle. AND KNOW YOU KNOW.
There are also these videos from Ben who came up and had a short stint aboard the Tommy’s Arethusa-
You may remember Ben from his brief stint as a lobsterman aboard Tommy Burns’ Arethusa and the Cartoon That Was Made About His Experience-
Mary Kay from Maritime Gloucester writes in-
I’m going to go with Thetys vagina. That is the actual scientific name for the organism, not a joke. For more info see http://eol.org/pages/510608/overview.
Landed this morning at Captain Joe and Sons-
I put out the challenge to see who could identify it first and Mary Kay from Mariotime Gloucester as usual kicked the New England Aquariums butt all over the place.
That’s Allota Fagina if I do say so myself.