Growing up in da UP, I worked many summers as a herring choker on Lake Superior... aboard a boat quite like this one. Most of my uncles and father made their livings as commercial fisherman, and even built their own fishing boats. Fishing was always good and money to be had... then the DNR stepped in and decided there was a decline in the fisheries stock and ramped up the regulations, causing certain areas to be off limits, and that forced very long runs to the available fishing grounds. I recall getting up at 3:30AM and running out on the lake for 3 hours before arriving at our nets. Well... that lasted a few more years and a lot of the old timers just packed it in... as they spent too much time and gas running around.
Next the DNR decided not to renew commercial licenses after a fisherman retired... in other words a father could not transfer his operation to family. The next move after all the commercial fishermen went out of business was to then honor the treaty with the local Indian tribes in the area (or from other states)... they bought up all the boats and went fishing, without government regulation, only controlled by tribal rules.
Anyway this image in the local paper from my home town caugth my eye... the boat sunk at the dock. Man I took some wild rides in these things, in heavy seas and high winds, they got slammed good. When I went to sea in the Navy, I had a good set of sea legs and took what the Pacific gave us in stride. Memories.