The legendary fishing “Polpo Mario”
Sestri Levante - When in the summer of 1983 I decided, with the Franco friend, to buy a fishing boat, I knew of being booby right track: the fish is always fresh and always at my disposal in quantity and above all of the desired quality. An adventure lived with great enthusiasm: the motion-fish "Polpo Mario"! I was intoxicated to see him set sail every morning (almost always in conjunction with my exit from the disco Castelli Pool) to tear from the Riva 5 Terre, I enjoyed calling, radio, my fishing, and hear from them "live" what kind of fish they were already caught, selected; then the arrival at the dock in the afternoon, always at the same time. A trepidation, Sometimes tension and worry too, When some unexpected last dropped, He did not appear in his unmistakable bow island wire. It was easy to distinguish between dozens of vessels in single file, on the horizon, Slowly pulling their nets. With its characteristic shape, sixteen meters in length, Twenty tons. A draft (as important to increase the "shot" in trawling) more than two and a half meters. All seasoned bond, built in 1943 Porto Empedocle from the Sicilian sea wolves great lovers of fishing and superior experience to any navy in the world. Never a drop of water in the bilge, even difficult to penetrate to plant a simple hook. "Wood that looks bone" always said the water master Mario Po during the operations calafatatura and storage (once a year). A "marine" hull that rivals the modern fiberglass vessel. How many sleepers and how many joys you gave me!! From fishing to thirty pounds of tendici in a day, the tons of newly, lost in the networks "agguanti" (reptiles) scattered 'anywhere on the seabed, the recovery of a plane, and all kinds of war surplus. How many surprises, of a peach, the trawl, monotonous definitely always the same procedures for installation and network roll, but of great scene at the time to hoist the bag on board after a haul of four or five hours. It would take a dictionary to name one by one animal species fished, and even the most diverse finished objects on the stern of the "Octopus Mario". Everyday, while launching the same backdrop, anxious to see the network grew more frantic, before the gulls that come immediately just operated the winch and follow the slow recovery of the steel cables, of Branches of sferzine and finally the network. They know that every fallen with the shovel are thrown into the sea along with tons of mud even thousands of small fish. Their cry keeps company, with each new shovel is getting stronger, as if to cover the sound of the engine then laying on the water to swallow the fresh waste. A ritual granted, life on board until the paranoia. An emotion of a few moments that clashes with the gestures are always the same repeated day after day, month after month, year after year for a lifetime ... The first dawn falls then about nine o'clock the shoveled, sorting fish, them to be cleaned in the arrangement capable refrigerating border cell, the time of a cigarette and here at noon the second shoveled with the same equal and identical operations.
One bite at a surface of the taster; (with shrimp, greenhorns, aragosta, in short, a pinch of ingredients usually "forbidden" to those who fish them) and then the last set sail. This, everyday, weather permitting. In our case what we told the 1983 until summer 1990 , tiring date with the decision to change experience compared to trawl that sooner or later will have to finish at least in waters less than one hundred meters. Turn the page even if reluctantly because the "Octopus Mario" despite its 48 years he played did some hard to keep up with his "colleagues" from 500 cavalli, a vessel with a big heart ... Just think of 43 crewmen who from time to time there have been on board. From the train to the nets with an authentic journey back in the traditions of our old. The "Octopus Mario" But, like a still attractive woman he fell in love with two Slavic fishermen who have purchased and sailed around Italy and across the Atlantic have brought the port is Split. Not even a day of rest and immediately fishing in foreign waters: shrimp, scampi, budeghi ended in quintals on the stern of the "Octopus", of happiness calls for the actual purchase. Then silence, the death of an absurd war. The Octopus Mario having returned to storms, to the neglect of his sailors and given jobs and prosperity to many families he had to capitulate under a bomb that sent him to the peak along with six other fishing boats. A perhaps inglorious end but still tied to the sea ...
Who fishing and blood gastronomy could not stop and so the son of Polpo Mario tick here the motion-fishing "Ninety - Polpo Mario 2", a rivano goiter built by shipwright Mario Po and capable of carrying up to 1800 m gillnet (trammel, ricee, monofilaments).
From the mixed fried rockfish, barley from octopuses and cuttlefish, from shrimp to lobster, You beat-beat, you branzini, In this regard the "luassi" since the start in July 1991 To date we have caught 132, counted one by one because they never run out of memory remembers sestrese fisherman with nets such a high number of catches . The nets are lowered every afternoon and set sail in the afternoon ... What varieties!! What size!! What a joy to rediscover the capons in Punta Manara, the snappers to ciappa du Lu, The croaker to brushes, pagelli to the bobbins of S.Bernardo, in cefali the salpe of S.Anna, le bughe all’Erbuun, mullet to lobsters to enter the Luppa, corvine will alla Cumbaia, sea bass with Negra ... Tens of tons of fish: molluscs and crustaceans as many dishes. It 'easy to get fancy, when every morning comes a Cuffa real marine products, it is precisely the splendid image of freshly laddered network, that arise most of the recipes for a decade distinguish gastrononiche evenings.