Once or twice a year they are overcome in a sexual frenzy and swarm to get laid on the beach. (It is either that or they swarm the beach to lay their eggs. I forget which.)  We noticed a lot of them on our way to the point and Perry was overcome

Perry's harvesting technique works very well but later, Bunna's brother Ray will improve on it. For now, Perry is all we've got so we're encouraging him to get his hands wet in 30 degree water. 

(I'm just impressed as hell that he will touch a fish with his bare hands.)

Perry and Maria collect the  hooligans in some plastic bags that Diana had in her purse. Yes sir, Yes sir, we got three bags full. 

Later, we'll trade them  for tempura batter and cooking lessons.

I know why Perry wanted this shot. He worked damn hard for this shot. I could not deny him. If I had, he might have thrown fish at me. 

(I've never been hit by a hooligan of any stripe.)

Perry is scooping hooligans out of the sea. I'm not surprised. This is the same guy who tickled a shrimp's fancy less than a week ago. 

Remember, the water is a little above freezing. I get cold just taking fish sticks out of the refrigerator. 

Bunna calls his brother and asks him to come out to harvest  walrus tusks. 

We meet up with them and take them to  The Hooligan Harvest.

Everyone gets involved in the harvest. I am an integral part of the process. Someone has to take the photos.

Bunna is going to make big points with his Grandpa when he brings three big bags of hooligans to the Senior Center. We kept  him on the point before he could run them in but Jim Tidwell dropped them off and I'm betting that Grandpa was pleased.

Ray does the most gutsy thing I've ever seen. He eats a live hooligan.

It is the first instance of Hooligan Sushi I've ever witnessed.

Ray says they taste salty.

I think it was a photo of NanNookie, my favorite Frozen Maiden of the North.

The cold got to her and she spent a lot of time in the van trying to avoid becoming a Mrs. Paul's Fish Stick. 

Bunna's sister is an adorable young woman with either four or five kids. She looks better than most mom's in San Diego with only one kid. Plus, she gathers up little fish, helps behead a walrus and rides a mean four wheeler and forces her husband to hold on for dear life. 

(Stop complaining, you lower 48 wussies.) 

All You Can Eat Hooligan Night at  Sam and Lee's. Everything you need is here. 

Maria brings a bottle of rum in one of my socks. Because it is making it difficult to put my shoe on,  I suggest we drink the rum and put the sock on my foot. Since it is illegal to drink or smuggle booze into Barrow, the Rum and Diet Pepsi tastes especially good. Illegal booze always does taste better. 

After one of Maria's drinks, I keep thinking that The Hooligan Girls are going to play  on stage. Yes, I am blotto. 

Diana won't let me stay. It is just as well... there are no Hooligan Girls and no stage, either .

Tempura hooligans. 

Yes, I ate some. Five, to be exact.  I wouldn't eat hooligan heads or tails. I gave those to Perry. He will eat just about anything. I have to make a certificate for him.