I was lucky enough to grow up in a place where work is plentiful, if not always pleasant. The neighbors across the street crabbed dungies and long-lined halibut and black cod, so they always needed bait. In fourth grade I started going out with them to jig herring, for which we were paid five bucks a bucket. We would all load up in the skiff, the parents and their two kids and a dog or two and me, and it was a race to fill our buckets without hooking ourselves, each other, or the dogs.
Master-Baiter
Master-Baiter
Master-Baiter
I was lucky enough to grow up in a place where work is plentiful, if not always pleasant. The neighbors across the street crabbed dungies and long-lined halibut and black cod, so they always needed bait. In fourth grade I started going out with them to jig herring, for which we were paid five bucks a bucket. We would all load up in the skiff, the parents and their two kids and a dog or two and me, and it was a race to fill our buckets without hooking ourselves, each other, or the dogs.