Smokin' Pop - Nez

 

In the 1940s and ‘50s Pop Davis was a perennial Lyman town council member. He always ran “un-opposed” for re-election. For all the time we lived there he was on the town’s council. Apparently nobody else wanted the job or everyone thought he did a good job at it. Pop lived in the third house around the corner from us. His real name was Fred, but everyone called him “Pop”. Pop was old, probably in his sixties, and his hair was white, what there was of it, and he had reddish complexion. He was officially retired. He didn’t work at a paying job anymore and pretty much did whatever he wanted with his time, which was usually working on a home project or fishing.

Pop was a resourceful old guy and we often saw him driving his pickup home with a load of materials that he had gotten somewhere for free. He stored those treasures either in his garage attic, or in his old barn or behind it. He was really handy and very adept at using tools, and usually had a project going where he utilized his handyman skills for plumbing, electrical, masonry and/or carpentry. But Pop’s real passion was fishing. So, he always finished his projects quickly so he had more time to enjoy nature while fishing.

Although Pop was a longtime Baptist church member he only attended weddings and funerals, more funerals than weddings. For him, Sundays were for  fishing. Nature and the riverbank were his church, or sometimes his boat was. His  flat-bottomed river skiff with its outboard Evinrude motor was always on its trailer parked on the street near his garage. It was gassed up and ready to go. It was named Lilia, named after his daughter, and it rarely went anywhere. The Skagit River was close by and Pop usually walked the hundred yards or so from his house to the riverbank.

Pop was an expert fisherman, one of many in Lyman. We seemed to have more than our share in those days. Pop did most of his fishing from the riverbank, as a lot of our Lyman anglers did rather than from their boats, which most of them had. Pop usually came home with a fish or two, mostly steelhead or salmon. Bullheads and catfish were always thrown back in or thrown away. They were bottom-feeders and considered inedible.

But I guess Pop got tired of eating fried, broiled or baked fish all the time, although each species has its own taste, and decided it was time to change things up a little. For years he had collected used brick and cleaned them and piled them out behind his barn. Deciding he liked the idea of smoking salmon, he used that brick collection to construct an outsized smokehouse with a thick birchwood door. He installed big racks in it and could smoke half a dozen large fish on each rack at the same time. He would rotate the fish vertically from rack to rack so they all got equal amounts of heat and smoke. And he varied the types of wood and seasoning to create slightly different flavors.

In a relatively short time Pop became really expert in the art of smoking salmon, and other fish, and beef and pork. And Pop didn’t particularly like to share. He wouldn’t give away or sell any of his smoked meats, but sometimes he did allow people sample them. And they were delectable and he got lots of requests for his smoked meats. So finally, what he did was he suggested that people could bring him their fish or meat and he would smoke it for them. They could either pay him in cash or his payment would be half of what they brought him to be smoked. And boy did they take him up on that offer!

For that next year or so Pop was constantly busy tending his smokehouse and smoking fish and meat all the time. He found himself busier than he wanted to be. He was so busy he didn’t have time to enjoy his passion, fishing. Yet, it wasn’t like he had a lack of fish or meat. In fact, he had so much smoked meat as payment that his family couldn’t possibly eat all of it and he ended up having to give a lot of it away, which really perturbed him. Many of his neighbors were fortunate recipients and we got used to enjoying that free smoked meat. He also didn’t like that we loved it.

All of this added up to an exasperated Pop growing so tired of tending the smokehouse all the time and spreading his payments around so freely that he made major decision. He decided that he wouldn’t stop smoking fish and meats for others, but he changed his practice and only accepted cash as payment. No more would he accept fish or meat as payment for smoking theirs. And from then on he didn’t do as much smoking business, but that was just fine with Pop. He had time for fishing again.