Showing posts with label Gaviota Beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gaviota Beach. Show all posts
Friday, July 13, 2012
The Elusive Grunion
Saturday August 15, 1992
Lazed in bed til 8 a.m. By 10 I'm out visiting. Frank has taken a nice walk. We ride our bikes a bit. After lunch we play cards with Joan and Harold. Then we all walk to the store for ice cream. We drive across the highway to the beach. It's a nice beach but too far for me to walk. We may drive there tonight for grunion hunting.
I make chicken enchiladas for our potluck dinner. They turn out real good. I take 2 plates of cookies as well. We have lots of good food, then some play cards. Frank plays. I watch a video.
About 11:30 we all go down to the beach to catch grunion. No grunion. We're in bed by 1 a.m.
What is this grunion hunting? From the time my brother and I were very small my parents would drag us to the beach in the middle of the night at least once every summer to go grunion hunting. We would be bundled up in blankets trying to keep warm. It was always cold and sometimes it was foggy too. I never saw a grunion. I thought it must be a myth, so I did a little research on the subject. The California Department of Fish & Game says, "Along southern California's sandy beaches, from March through September, one of the most remarkable life cycles in the sea is completed; the California grunion comes ashore to spawn. The grunion has been known to many southern Californians for more than 70 years, but there are still those who are skeptical of its existence. To be invited out in the middle of the night to go fishing with only a gunny sack and light for equipment does sound a little ridiculous, but in reality this is the most popular method.
California grunion are small silvery fish found only along the coast of southern California and northern Baja California. Most sportsmen would be unaware of their existence were it not for the unique spawning behavior of these fish. Unlike other fish, grunion come out of the water completely to lay their eggs in the wet sand of the beach. As if this behavior were not strange enough, grunion make these excursions only on particular nights, and with such regularity that the time of their arrival on the beach can be predicted a year in advance. This phenomenon can be seen on many beaches in southern California. Shortly after high tide, on certain nights, sections of these beaches sometimes are covered with thousands of grunion depositing their eggs in the sand.
Grunion hunting has become one of the famous sports of southern California. Since these fish leave the water to deposit their eggs, they may be picked up while they are briefly stranded. Racing for fish spotted far down the beach and trying to catch them by hand provides an exhilarating experience for young and old. The common sight of thousands of people lining the more popular beaches in southern California in anticipation of a grunion run attests to its ever growing popularity. Often there are more people than fish, but at other times everyone catches fish. All that is needed to catch grunion is a valid State fishing license and a willingness to get one's feet wet.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Gabfest at the Campfire
Friday August 14, 1992
Up and at em! Getting ready to go camping at noon with our trailer. By 1 p.m. we're on our way. We enjoy the drive along the ocean and arrive at 3:45. Joan and Harold are here already. We park next to them. Frank backs the trailer in so good. We get set up, others begin to arrive. By midnight there are 10 families. We have a big gabfest around a fire. We go to bed at 11:30.
Good friends, good CLEAN fun!
Mom doesn't say here, but I assume from her description of the drive that they are going on a camping trip to Gaviota State Beach near Santa Barbara with their square dancing friends again. They went there a few months ago. It's a beautiful spot, but reservations are needed well in advance, especially to book 10 spaces. It's not too far from Simi Valley so a good place to camp for the weekend. I take it from her "clean fun" comment that there is no alcohol being consumed, which can make a large group turn loud and rowdy in a hurry. I remember in 1988 I went camping with a boyfriend and a large group of his friends. They all stayed up til 3 a.m. hooping and hollering drunk and obnoxious. Those are the kind of people everyone in the campground wants to strangle. After that I realized he and his friends were not my kind of people and I broke up with him. Mom and Frank's friends definitely know how to have a good time and don't need alcohol to enjoy themselves.
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