Fish waste not, want not — Kenai plant nets use of salmon byproducts

By Joseph Robertia

Photo by Joseph Robertia, Redoubt Reporter. Fish heads, spines and organs are generally discarded after the meat is filleted off. Scientific Fishery Systems is leasing space at Kenai Landing this summer to refine that waste into marketable products.

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It’s hard to miss that Kenai is a fishing community. This isn’t just true in terms of sport fishermen coming to catch the king salmon of a lifetime. The area also hosts a commercial fishing industry and is home to fish-processing operations.

In all these endeavors, the succulent pink meat is filleted from various salmon species, but little is done with the rest of the fish, which includes the head, spine and internal organs. For decades these “byproducts” have merely been ground up and dumped back into the ocean. Now a new approach will soon be making the most of some of that waste.

“With cattle, pork and chickens, they use every part of the animal for something, and we should be doing the same thing with salmon. We should be working toward full-utilization technology, and this is a step in that direction,” said Patrick Simpson, president of Scientific Fishery Systems, Inc., an Anchorage-based business that has leased space at Kenai Landing for the summer season as part of a two-fold project to reduce the impact of fish-waste disposal practices, while simultaneously creating economic value.

“Our goal is to take everything they can give us,” Simpson said. This includes salmon heads that will be collected from the three of the four of the largest local processors. Snug Harbor Seafood, Inc.; Pacific Star Seafoods and Salamatof Seafoods, Inc., are the three participating processors. Inlet Fish Producers, Inc., is not participating at this time.

Simpson was in Kenai last week to oversee the assembly of the extraction equipment,  leased from Alaska Marine Nutrition Co., which will be used to process the heads, primarily, into human-grade fish oil for sale to nutritional supplementation markets in the Lower 48.

“The heads are initially ground,” Simpson said, gesturing toward an industrial-sized grinder as big around and taller than a full-grown man.

Can you dig it? Massive spring minus tide draws wave of clammers

By Joseph Robertia

Photos by Joseph Robertia, Redoubt Reporter. Rudy Bryant, of Bird Creek, scans the beach for signs of dimples while clamming just north of Clam Gulch on April 19. At minus 5.5 feet, the low tide was the lowest of the season. Below right, while most were small, there were numerous razor clams dug.

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As the tide slipped farther and farther away, they began to descend.

At first it was just a handful of folks — dragging a spade in one hand and an empty bucket in the other, dressed in bright, water-repellent slickers or earth-toned hip boots. But before long there were several dozen people gathered at the water’s edge in Clam Gulch.

From cherry-cheeked children missing a day of school to dig for their first time, to silver-haired seniors who have come annually for decades, they walked with their heads down, scanning the black, sandy shoreline.

Rocks submerged just an hour before now stood high and dry, the neon pink, green and yellow anemones stuck to them with their tentacles pulled in and closed up tight to wait until the tide turned in a few hours.

These colorful creatures were not the center of attention, however. The beachcombers were after something much less obvious. They were searching for dimples in the wet sand — the telltale sign that a razor clam was not far below.

Final note — Soldotna’s musical mailman retiring

By Jenny Neyman

Photo by Jenny Neyman, Redoubt Reporter. Rick Huddleston delivers mail in Soldotna last week. He retires Friday after a 41-year career in governmental service, with 38 years spent in the U.S. Postal Service. In his 25 years as a carrier in Soldotna, he’s well-known for his cheery whistling and sunny attitude.

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There’s catalogs, postcard reminders of dental checkups, bills and the other printed detritus that’s part and parcel to being a named, addressed member of society. Aside from the occasional quirk — wedding invitations, notice of jury summons, a package bearing the results of Internet impulse buying — the arrival of the daily mail is unremarkable, one second inhabiting its slot, the next shuffled off to the trash, filing system, or waiting-to-be-dealt-with pile. As ubiquitous as credit card offers, as autonomous as breathing.

On Friday, Whistling Rick’s 25-year show in a 20-block section of Soldotna will come to an end.

Residents of the section of Soldotna bounded by the Kenai Spur Highway, Sterling Highway and Knight Drive get mail rain or shine, ice or wind, smudged labels or unstuck packing tape, 30 below or 30-foot breakup puddles. Thanks to Rick Huddleston, they also get a tune.

“That man is always whistling. He has never walked in that door not whistling, not once. I don’t think he’s ever had a bad day. I don’t know how that’s possible, but he’s always cheerful. He is exceptionally endearing,” said Autumn Leach, at Planned Parenthood on Redoubt Avenue, which is one of the 75 businesses to which Huddleston delivers mail.

There’s no mystery about the mail in that section of town. It isn’t some unnoticed system operating in the background — out of sight, out of mind, out of earshot. With Huddleston, the arrival of the mail is an event, brief and efficient, yet noticed all the same.

It starts when he pulls up and shuts off the engine. His midheight, midweight frame gets out of the truck — always in his gray slacks and red-and-white-stripe-on-blue jacket, the same blue as his eyes, and almost always with his trimmed gray moustache curved around his pursed lips. Postal customers in the vicinity know their mail delivery is imminent.

“It’s loud. But when I say it’s loud I don’t want that to sound like a bad thing. It’s just, you’re inside your building and you know when the mailman’s here. You can hear his whistling from inside,” said Dawni Giugler, of First American Title on Birch Street.

Orie Moore, of Dr. Justin Moore’s orthodontia office on Binkley Street, likens it to childhood memories of the ice cream truck coming to her neighborhood. The tinny, tinkling notes from the truck’s speaker was a signal to scrounge up spare change and decide what treat she’d order. Now the cascading notes are a last-minute reminder to make sure her envelopes are stamped and ready.

“It’s almost like an arrival, an announcement. With him it’s kind of like that. We hear it, we know he’s

Huddleston whistles while carrying mail to apartments at Laurawood Arms in Soldotna.

coming, he’s going to be here any minute now,” Moore said.

The notes crescendo as Huddleston’s quick steps approach the door, then stop as he enters, replaced with a smile and greeting — always by name — of his customers.

“He makes a point of learning everybody’s name. When they’re new he makes sure he gets their name right away and calls everybody by name,” said Laura West, of First American Title.

“And he kids with us and he picks on us and he makes us feel like family. He’s just a wonderful person, we all feel the same way,” Moore said. “He always does a little extra than just delivering the mail. He seems to know if something’s going on with you, he can tell. He’s observant, he’s caring, he’s a friend to everyone, he really is.”

Huddleston has been delivering mail to the Moores’ office for the entire 25 years they’ve been in that location, and longer than many have been in his delivery area. Households and businesses have come, expanded, downsized, relocated or gone altogether. But the addresses have remained, and Huddleston has been the merry, melodic mailman attending to them since he took up the route in 1985.

There have been vacations, a busted shoulder, a knee operation and other influences within that span that led to brief periods of silence, where just the mail was carried, without a tune. That was more jarring than if delivery was late or packages were misdirected.

“Sometimes when he’s gone we’ll go, ‘Oh, the mail came.’ We didn’t even know when they came. Rick always says, ‘Hi.’ He never just sneaks in and drops off the mail. He always, always makes contact,” Moore said. “And there was a little while when he didn’t whistle, and everyone felt that. It was painful to not hear the whistling and we all thought, ‘Uh-oh.’ As soon as he whistled again it was like the whole world came back. The sun came back, we were all happy again. It was like, ‘Oh, good, wonderful, life goes on.’”  

Almanac: ‘Cache’ing in on novel history — Books were family’s business

Editor’s note: This is the first of a two-part story about Kenai’s Gwen Gere and her life among books. This week’s story introduces Gere and the famous family business in which she grew up. Next week, part two will focus on the rise and fall of that business, and what its existence meant to Gere and to Alaskans. 

By Clark Fair

Photos courtesy of Riemann collection. This pre-Good Friday Earthquake photo shows the downtown store in the early 1960s. The name of the store at this time is The Cache.

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In The Bookstore at the Kenai Peninsula College’s Kenai River Campus, tucked away in an office behind the last row of textbooks, bookstore manager Gwen Gere sits, ordering, tabulating sales and expenditures, and planning. Although it might not be plain for the casual observer to see, Gere is hard at work at more than just a job she loves. Working with books is a job that is perhaps — especially given her family’s place in the history of Alaska literacy — even in her blood.

Gere is the second child of Russ and Doris Riemann, who came to Alaska in 1953 when Russ agreed to take over the managerial duties for a floundering Alaska News Agency, which was headquartered in Anchorage. In the late 1950s, the Riemanns parlayed their knowledge of the wholesale distribution of reading materials into a new retail establishment — The Book Cache — which would become Alaska’s preeminent bookselling business for the next three decades.

Among its many retail outlets, The Book Cache included popular and profitable stores in the Carrs Mall in Kenai and the Central Peninsula Mall in Soldotna. When the Riemanns sold the business in the late 1980s, The Book Cache chain comprised 17 outlets, including two in Maui, Hawaii. 

Common Ground: Safety under fire — Mind the rules or else risk getting blasted

By Christine Cunningham, by the Redoubt Reporter

Photo courtesy of Christine Cunningham. Sadie Hallmark carefully sights in during target practice. Anyone failing to observe the rules of firearms safety is an easy target for getting sharply reprimanded.

I mounted my trap gun and made sure that my eye was focused just over the barrel in the mirror.

I wasn’t taking my cue so much from the scene in “Taxi Driver,” where a young Robert De Niro points his gun and asks the image in his mirror, “You talkin’ to me?” I had it on good advice that if I was mounting my shotgun correctly, my eye would be just over the bead. But, since I was alone, I went ahead and asked the famous question. Somewhere in my imagination, a bright orange clay target quivered in fear at my intimidation.

The first of the four basic firearms safety rules is, “All guns are always loaded.” It doesn’t mean, “Always keep your gun loaded,” although it could be taken to have this meaning. The rules are verbatim, so I cannot amend the first rule of guns, or I probably would. The rules have been memorized by countless firearms instructors, and adding to them would require a commentary equal to the entire Western Canon.

But I take things literally. The first rule of guns makes more sense adding a few words: “act as if” all guns are always loaded. I’m not one to believe against reality that a gun I know isn’t loaded is, just to be safe. A literal reading of the rule — without commentary — implies that the first rule of guns … is a lie. All guns are not always loaded, but they should be considered as such. With a full explanation, I am not left with a distrust of rules that have exceptions, such as “‘I’ before ‘E’ except after ‘C.’” (I neither seize nor forfeit my neighbor’s caffeine).

The Green Beet: Peppered with planning

By Jen Ransom, for the Redoubt Reporter

Photo courtesy of Jen Ransom. Peppers do best when only transplanted once, so starting in a 4-inch pot allows for eight weeks of growing before moving to the greenhouse in either gallon pots or raised beds.

It turns out that peppers, a perennial from the tropics treated as an annual here, do really well in Alaska. The formula goes, according to a recent lecture from Kasilof’s Winter Greens gardener Amy Dimmick, greenhouse plus long summer days equals very hot greenhouse great for growing peppers.

I had decided to try my hand at peppers a few weeks earlier, so hearing Dimmick give a big hurray for peppers helped boost my confidence that my new-plant-of-the-year choice was a winner.

Each year I try to grow something new, and this year the pepper plant made it to the top of the list. Well, three plants, really — two hot pepper varieties, fish and early jalapeno, from Territorial Seed Company, as well as a cool-tolerant sweet bell pepper, California Wonder 300, from Denali Seed Company. They’re best planted eight weeks before outdoor planting. Be forewarned, my research suggests germination is slow and erratic, so just plant, water uniformly and wait (in good lighting).

Of course, once I found the time to get all these seeds started, a little more research revealed that planting sweet and hot peppers close to one another may result in all hot peppers, as the two types will cross-pollinate. Hum, not too sure what to do about that just yet, but I will cross that bridge come Memorial Day weekend. I may just take my chances and end up with a whole lot of hot peppers. Or my husband might be helping me build two small greenhouses, instead of just one.

Science of the Seasons: Treat your catch well to reap rewards later

By Dr. David Wartinbee, for the Redoubt Reporter

Sometimes discussions seem to repeat themselves and we have that moment of déjà vu.

At two different gatherings recently, the topic of discussion turned to canning salmon. It was obvious that I am not the only person thinking about the arrival of summer and fishing season.

These comments made me think about how important food preservation has been in the history of mankind. Being able to gather food and keep it until it sometime later has enabled humans to populate new territories and become more stationary. It has probably been a major reason the human species has been able to grow to a population of 7 billion.

Many Alaska communities grew because there were canneries where plentiful salmon was caught, processed and stored in metal cans. Other communities flourished because fish, like herring, were captured and then salted as a means of preservation. These fish products were then shipped worldwide.

Long before the canneries and saltries existed in Alaska, our local Dena’ina and Ahtna Native populations knew how to preserve late-run salmon in ground pits. The pits were lined with bark, and layers of fish were covered with moss and grasses.

While red and king salmon were abundant in the summer months, the temperatures were too warm for effective preservation. The timing of the late-fall silver salmon run coincided with the onset of cold-enough temperatures to prevent decomposition. Soon the ground was frozen and the fish, with their birch-bark coverings, were hidden under the snow. Later on in the winter, when the salmon were no longer abundant in the streams, clan members would return to the pits and, hopefully, the fish would be in good enough condition to be eaten.  

Broad jokes — Familiar tunes anchor original musical farce

By Jenny Neyman

Photos by Jenny Neyman, Redoubt Reporter. Irwin’s maid, Alice, played by Hannah Tauriainen, attempts to help brainstorm plot ideas.

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The idea of a play within a play is nothing new, and neither are the tunes in Nikiski Middle-High School’s spring musical. But one added wrinkle — it’s not just a play within a play; it’s the play within the play — gives this performance license to take Broadway in entirely different directions.

“I think it’s kind of cool because it’s just a lot of parodies. It’s really silly and it’s been really fun to do,” said Hannah Tauriainen, a Nikiski freshman, playing Alice the maid. “I think (audiences) will like it because they’ll recognize a lot of the songs, but then they’ll realize there are a ton of goofy lyrics that go along with it.”

The show, “This Ain’t Broadway,” centers around Robert Irwin, played by Conor Dempsey, who is struggling to be a celebrated playwright like his deceased father and grandfather before him. After a string of flops he finally produces a smash hit, never admitting that he actually found the manuscript among his father’s unpublished papers.

Art Seen: Learning curves — Student exhibit shows budding art mastery

By Zirrus VanDevere, for the Redoubt Reporter

This digital photo by Lily Zufelt, a freshman at Soldotna High School, is part of the student art show on display at the Kenai Fine Arts Center this month.

High school students on the Kenai Peninsula are putting out some wonderful work, and you have a chance to see what they’ve been up to if you get out to the Kenai Fine Arts Center before the end of the month.

Some of the pieces that really jumped out at me as being especially good basically span the set categories of drawing, painting, black-and-white photography, watercolor, collage, printmaking, masks, digital photography, functional ceramics, sculpture and black-and-white drawing, including an added section simply called “open.”

Print by Brooke Hughes, a junior at Skyview High.

A couple in the open category that tickled my fancy were by Kyra Bodnar, who worked in metal and depicted a teapot in bah relief, and by Pero Marinkovski, who designed a CD cover that is better than most I’ve seen out in the marketplace.

Especially striking is a black-and-white drawing of a young soldier rendered in a sophisticated fashion by Jordan Conner. Determination in the face of the horrid truths of war can be seen in his emotional yet stoic expression, and in the single bead of sweat that runs down his young face.

Hunting, Fishing and Other Grounds for Divorce: Rules of engagement

By Jacki Michaels, for the Redoubt Reporter

Mind the dos and don’t of happily ever after

This summer we will face several new marriage ceremonies.

That sounded wrong didn’t it?

It’s not like we are facing the blessed events like one faces Godzilla. More likely we may face a real life Bridesmaidzilla, or maybe an Exzilla. Or perhaps we will have to stare down the dangers of certain potentially awkward social situations, such as an uncomfortable, obligatory prenuptial dinner. There will also be a strong and lingering possibility of unnecessary drama.

Did you ever notice that cheap perfume and impending drama both have an aura vaguely reminiscent of a gardenia-musk perfume? Ugh, cloying.

Don’t believe me? Well, next time there is a scene, take a big whiff. It will be faint, but I guarantee you will smell something. Although Dad always referred to it in terms of organic fertilizer … .

Then there will be the actual ceremony.

Plugged In: Frying your personality with technology

By Joe Kashi, for the Redoubt Reporter

Nearly all my friends know that I enjoy using new technology. Technology, used properly, enhances our lives and our productivity.

So, it may be something of a surprise that I’m also concerned about technology’s negative personal and social effects. I’m not alone in those beliefs — many rigorous studies confirm what parents already suspect. Too much technology can dominate your life, rather than enhance it. It’s all a matter of balance.

Over the past few years, quite a number of studies have confirmed the observations of many parents about how excessive technology negatively affects their children and, if they’re insightful and honest, themselves, as well. I’ll not cite the studies here but you can find a great deal of information at http://www.nytimes.com. Search for “Your Brain on Computers” in the June and July 2010 online editions of The New York Times.

Aside from creating a generation of couch potatoes, technology has other real drawbacks. Many studies have shown rather clearly that people do not “multitask” as well as they believe that they do. As we age, our cognitive ability to do sustained, high-quality work upon a single subject improves, but our perceived “multitasking” abilities actually decrease even more. That’s why most of us become frustrated and unproductive when we’re frequently interrupted during a task that requires focus. It’s also why we accomplish more during uninterrupted “quiet time.”

Dry run to wet a line —Trout fishing slow, interest heating up on sunny Kenai River

By Jenny Neyman

Photo by Jenny Neyman, Redoubt Reporter. Allen Hoversten, of Kenyon, Minn., fishes for rainbow trout at the headwaters of the Kenai River on Saturday. Fishing was slow, but Hoversten said it was still good to reel in the sunshine and scenery of Cooper Landing.

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While there wasn’t much in the way of fish to be caught on the upper Kenai River on Saturday, the fishermen who were out nevertheless had plenty of other benefits to reel in — April sunshine reflecting between bluebird skies above and the glacier-blue water below; scenery of the increasingly snowless Kenai Mountains rimming Cooper Landing, Kenai Lake and the headwaters of the Kenai River; fresh air after being cooped up inside for much of the winter; and freedom of not having to be at work.

If nothing else, the day served as a good dry run at wetting a line, working the kinks out of fishing gear retrieved from storage, seal-testing boats and waders, and warming up casting arms.

“We thought we’d sneak away while it wasn’t busy and catch a little water time,” said Eric Hoversten, of Anchorage, who was out fishing with his dad, Allen Hoversten, of Kenyon, Minn.

Work and other constraints don’t ordinarily leave Eric much time for fishing, he said, so a visit from his parents and a road trip to Soldotna for his daughter’s ice skating event served as a good excuse to pull off the Sterling Highway at the rest area and boat launch maintained by Alaska State Parks at the Kenai Lake bridge.

“It’s gorgeous out today. Absolutely beautiful,” Eric said. “It’s better than a day in the office.”

The Hoverstens had been on the water about two hours Saturday, starting at the edge of the ice sheet still covering much of Kenai Lake and working their way under the bridge and down the Kenai River. No hookups, no nibbles and no sign of the handful of other bank anglers nor the three drift boats putting in and floating away doing any better. The most promising sign was a flash of a rainbow trout rolling up by the bridge.

“It wasn’t interested in what I had,” Eric said of the bullet-nose grub on his line.

“I find most of the time it’s fishing,” as opposed to catching, said Allen, invoking the mantra of patient anglers the world over who see value in just being out on the water, even if they’re striking out in the process.

“Minnesota’s pretty flat compared to this, so just being able to come out here and enjoy the scenery is a spectacular change,” he said.