As a child Paul grew up in Greenwich, Connecticut with a pond just around the corner from the home he lived in. This pond was a paradise for him, filled with largemouth bass. Tragically in the winter of 1978 a blizzard so cold and inhospitable the fish in the pond could not survive hit the area. After moving Paul got a skiff for fishing in the Long Island Sound, caughting a large variety of fish species making him observe and learn about the fish and their habits.
I would say my mission for knowledge differs a bit coming from a commercial fishing family. My dad has been a brown crabber all of my life and has always owned boats. As a child I would go with him to the docks to spend time with him but I don’t think I realized what a unique upbringing I had. It wasn’t until I was 16 and itching to buy a car did I work on a boat, I salmon tendered in Cordova AK. Little did I know it would altered the course of my life. I fell in love with the community, work and people. I felt like the best version of me and knew that was the environment I belonged in.
Currently only being 14 pages into the book it is hard to see how Paul’s opinions will change and expand. He makes an observation coming back at the time of his mom’s death. Deciding to going out once again on the Sound like he had for so much of his adolescent life he was shocked the fishing was not as abundant and diverse. My prediction as the book progresses is that he will shed light on negative things happening in the fisheries, so more of a pessimistic view.