On June 6th my friends Arianna,
Brandon, and Eric and I decided to go to the grunion run. For those of you who
don’t know what a grunion run is, it’s when the grunion fish swim out onto the
beach at midnight with the waves of high tide and mate. I know what you are
thinking, why in goodness name we would we want to go and see that? Well when
this is happening (something that only happens about twice a month) people go
down to the beach and try to catch them with their bare hands.
Honestly, I don’t know when this odd activity
began but I do know that my mom did it with her friends when she was my age and
some towns even take sport in it. But I can tell you why this sport has
continued after all these years: it’s fun. Something about chasing after fish
at the dead of night with only the moonlight for guidance is riveting. The way
that same moonlight reflects off the fish’s scales, making each look like
patronesses swiveling down from the sand into the sea. The sound of someone
spotting sliver of silver light off in the distance, the whole thing makes my
heart race and my adrenaline escalade.
But before you think we are really weird and
disgusting, I would like to assure you that we did not try to grab them when
they are in the midst creating new life. We waited until they started to swim
back to the sea to catch them. And once they were done, we would chase after
them, frantically trying to one but were usually met with the warm waves of the
ocean instead.
It’s an odd feeling, being in the water while a
school of fish brush against your legs. For me, it helps me feel closer to
nature and my ancestors, who probably (at one point of another) had to catch
fish with their own hands to survive. It’s such a fulfilling accomplishment catching
a fish without the aid of a net or pole. To catch something as slippery as fish
makes you feel nothing more than alive and, let’s face it, a bit wild.
After each victorious scream and raised fists
fish, we would return our little prisoner to where they belonged making a game
of it all the while. At first we were in the Hunger Games and who ever caught
the most fish would win because they had defeated starvation. Then we were at
war with the fish, but that game quickly ended once we realized that a few of
the fish weren’t strong enough to swim back their little homes. So, naturally,
we became The Grunion Search and Rescue Team.
When the night was over and the fish had
retreated back into their watery beds, we left the beach smiling from ear to
ear. Each of feeling, that if it came down to it, we would be able to survive
on a deserted island. Because, to us, the adventure we had partaken in was
proof enough.
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