Paul Greenberg, as a boy, was supported by a mother that embraced his love for fishing. Close to his childhood house, he would spend most of his time on the pond fishing. One winter, the temperatures dropped below zero. Fishing was never the same on the pond after the winter and copper sulfate treatment the previous summer. Paul sought out more fishing opportunities in streams, rivers, and into the ocean. Paul was able to get a boat where he learned to fish Long Island Sound. He taught himself how to find fishes and discovered their patterns of migration. As a young man, Paul discovered he needed something more than a fish. He spent years trying to catch the right mate. Fishing the wrong waters, and having a line that kept breaking, he found himself without a catch. He received a call that brought him home. His mother had cancer, and he went home to take care of her. One day she told him he needed to go fishing to give him a break from caretaking. He discovers the fish he once knew was no longer in the abundance or patterns he had found as a boy. When his mother died, he went on a search to find the fish. Paul discovered that four fish had replaced all the markets.
I moved to Alaska to be with family after spending years in the military. Growing up my father was my hunting buddy. We recently had a health scare with him that brought an urgency to all the hunts that we haven’t had yet. This fall we’ve hunted harder and scouted more than in years. We brought the entire family so they could experience a “hunt camp.” When my wife asked me, “what I was going to be when I grew up,” my answer was a wildlife biologist. My hunting buddy taught me to love all wildlife, and I plan to do just that.
I believe Paul will be more optimistic by the end of the book. I hope at least because his views were pretty low. He does have a way of telling a story that makes you want to keep reading.