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Recreational cod fishery not just about the fillets for this 'townie with the heart of a bayman'

For Gord Follett, the food fishery might not be as important as trouting or hunting moose but getting invited to catch some cod is always a treat, because it's about more than the fish.

Getting out to catch some cod is always a time for friends and laughter, writes Gord Follett

Two men stand in a boat, holding up freshly caught fish.
It was a great start to Tony Vinnicombe and Gord Follett's first morning fishing in Conception Bay last month. (Gord Follett)

As outdoor traditions go, the recreational cod fishery will never match our May 24 trouting trips or fall moose hunting excursions with friends and family.

The "food fishery," after all, has been around less than 20 years, while our moose and trout traditions go back further than even our oldest residents can remember. And we never know from one year to the next when this "food for the table" fishery might come to an end.

But for "townies" like me, invitations from friends around the bay to go "out in boat" and catch some cod is indeed a real treatone I look forward to every summer.

Growing up smack-dab in the middle of downtown St. John's, boats to us were those huge, rusty steel vessels tied up in the harbour and filled with Portuguese fishermen. Nobody in our family ever owned a rowboat for trout fishing. Even in later years, my father never had a motorboat.

Come to think of it, neither have I. Still don't.

Three men sit in a motorboat making its way through the water. Two of them are giving the thumbs-up.
Something as simple as driving Kevin Porters speedboat back to the basin in Harbour Grace added to Follett's enjoyment of the day. (Gord Follett)

But it's not just coming home to Mount Pearl or St. John's with a load of delicious cod fillets that I long for; it's the quality time spent with friends old and new that rekindles my tremendous appreciation of our province. Hell, I could stay home and buy the fish at a supermarket for considerably less than what it costs in fuel for my truck to get around the bay.

Port Rexton, Marystown, Harbour Grace, Old Perlican, Bellevue... I've been most fortunate to bring home few meals of cod from these and a few other areas over the years. But never was fish the primary reason for my visit. Not once.

Last summer, my friend Trevor LeGrow of Bauline invited me down for a few hours on the water, and we had our fish in no time. A few days later, my lifelong buddy Brian Levesque was home from Ontario visiting his brother Keith, and I sent Trevor a message, asking if he could take another couple of townies out in boat.

"Absolutely," was the immediate response.

Next day, he not only took us out and provided rods, reels and jiggers to catch the fish, he did all the filleting back on the wharf and gave us the works to take home. Brian bought a small cooler to take his share back to Petawawa, Ont., and the fish was still frozen when his wife greeted him at the door.

A smiling man and woman stand next to each other. He has an arm around her shoulders and is holding a beer.
Our new friends, Melanie and Kevin Porter. (Gord Follett)

My newest acquaintances around the bay this summer, through longtime friend Tony Vinnicombe, have been Kevin and Melanie Porter of Spaniard's Bay. Actually, while Tony had been chatting with Kevin via Facebook messenger for several months, he had yet to meet him face to face, either.

A couple hours on a beautiful calm and sunny Saturday morning in July on Conception Bay, however, not only resulted in us catching our three-person limit, but we engaged in some interesting conversations and laughs aplenty as well.

"It's like I've known you fellas for years," Kevin commented with a chuckle.

"We feel the same, bud," I quickly replied.

He suggested we return the following morning for more fishing, but not before inviting us back to his house where Melanie had prepared a scoff fit for a king.

Two smiling men stand in a boat, holding up two fish each.
Brothers Keith and Brian Levesque of St. Johns thoroughly enjoyed a few hours fishing near Bauline last summer. (Gord Follett)

Sunday's fishing, fun, friendship and food was a repeat of the previous day, except for a change in the menu, of course. And once again, Kevin refused to take any fish for himself.

"I can go out any time," he said, pointing to the fillets in a pan that I was rinsing with fresh water. "That there is for you fellas."

In mid-August, Tony and I were Spaniard's Bay-bound again, and while rolling seas made it difficult to get our lures/jiggers near the bottom, resulting in just six fish between us, the rest of the trip was nonetheless spectacular, thanks to our new friends.

As I write this article, I'm reminding myself once again that this is how things and people are in rural Newfoundland not that any of us need a reminder, of course.

It's no wonder then, that oftentimes as I'm heading out the door with fishing or hunting gear in tow, I take such pride in my wife's often-used description of me as "a bayman in a townie's body" or "a townie with the heart of a bayman."

Two men stand at a green bench, slicing cod.
Porter and Vinnicombe fillet the freshly caught cod. (Gord Follett)

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