CAVEMAN??? Just because I like Al Sharpton? Or is it because I eat meat? All I know is that I don't spit on those who disagree with me. There are too many of those folks and I don't have enough spit.

Here is some new stuff on the protest Saturday from KING CRAB (JD WADE)
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Now the REST of the story:
I’m writing, as a reporter of the event, “a few hundred recreational crabbers showed up for the Crab Convoy and following protest demonstration at the WDFW commission meeting at Fort Warden, Saturday, December 6. WDFW enforcement officers came to the Jefferson County Fairgrounds, site of the “convoy” staging area, at 0900 to take a head count of participants, to determine the extent of their needed security for the commission meeting. You never know how many will show up for such an event. Organizers had been repeatedly asked how many would come and the only reply was something between 50 and 5,000. (there were state patrol officers awaiting on ‘stand-by’ in case of need.) The Port Townsend Police were VERY helpful. They devoted a large “resource” to the task. We didn’t know “exactly” when or where we would travel, so they devoted many radio cars and multiple personnel to protecting our travel routes. They shuffled “resources” to assure every intersection we encountered was blocked from normal traffic allowing us to “blow” thru red lights and stop signs.
The commission was to break for lunch at 11;45, so our “convoy” with 150 sport anglers driving six dozen vehicles, towing a few dozen boats decorated into floats, (one even with Christmas lights powered by an onboard generator), left the fairgrounds at 10:30 so we could cruise downtown and present our “ceremonial fish-in” with TV cameras rolling. We arrived downtown and began tooting our vehicle horns and air-horns. Some of our “floats” were spectacular, displaying signs and banners The route had been explained in several newspapers during the previous month. Commercial fisherman were awaiting in ambush.
(Let me back up here to report upon another event of the night before.
I was having dinner at the old Sea Galley Restaurant, after the Friday WDFW commission session, with noted writer from Yakima, Jim Pearson. During our quiet dinner conversation, Jim asked me how anyone knew how many commercial crab fishermen sold crab off their boats without reporting that catch? Suddenly, there was a very large male individual who had sprang from the next table screaming at us that he was a commercial crab fisherman and he was appalled at hearing us calling him a “thief” in front of his dining family. Then the lady at his table began screaming that we should not call them “thieves” in front of their (about 13 year-old) daughter!!! A very ugly scene in a crowded restaurant. We simply agreed we would stop discussing their industry. I’m sure they knew EXACTLY who we were.)
We were cruising down mainstreet Port Townsend,”Blasting” thru red-light intersections, under the direction of the PT police, with the lead vehicle participants tossing wrapped candies to anyone along the sidewalks, when we came to 12 commercial fishermen standing on a street-corner. How do we know they were “commercials”? Several had jackets embroidered “DUTCH HARBOR” or some “FV...name”.
I witnessed the candy tossed to them, where-by the sidewalk loiters aggressively scooped them up and violently threw them back at the convoy. As we passed the ambush crowd, I watched, in my rear view mirror, two members of them step off the curb and lean toward the vehicle following my motorhome. I thought they were responding verbally to our chants of “more crab for sportsmen”, but the participants of my following vehicle told me the sidewalk undesirables were spitting at them and one of them had scooped up a handful of dirt from a nearby decorative planter and launched it at my vehicle.
We proceeded to the commission meeting site. The Fort Warden State Park personnel had opened gates normally closed to the public, allowing us immediate access to the building of the commission meeting. This is where we were to produce the maximum “noise”, as the commission had sealed off the windows on the side of the meeting building they knew we were to travel. THEY WOULD AT LEAST HEAR US...........NOT!
As we “blew” past the meeting building, I was proud of the resounding noise produced by car horns, boat whistles and air horns. BUT...it fell on deaf ears. The commission had taken an early lunch break and all were GONE! (I’ve NEVER known them to break early before)
So it was decided by quick vote, we would plug the parking lot and surround the building with vehicles and boats, and await their return. They were somewhat inconvenienced by having to park in outlying lots and walk past our signs but everyone was courteous and respectful on both sides. The commission got our message. Save sport crabbing in Puget Sound. Give us larger quotas. Now it’s up to the advisor group to “negotiate” those quotas with state commercial fishermen. It will be a tough session.