What an adventure this whole fishing thing is. Like many things in life, often the journey is more fulfilling, exciting, and memorable than the ending. I shouldn’t even say “ending”. Maybe outcome or result are better words. I have no intention of stopping fishing for what quickly became one of my new favorite fish—the latest stamp to be added to my fishing passport.
I’m going to come right out with it, the fish pictures included with this article are not show-stopping, wall-mounting, brag to your buddies type of fish. Some might look at them and wonder if they were even photo-worthy at all. But to those folks, I’d retort with a new phrase that has newly become part of my regular vernacular. A polite way to say be nice, be joyful for others, or perhaps more bluntly, a phrase we all heard as kids, if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. Don’t yuck someone’s (my) yum. My recent yum, both literally and figuratively as you’ll come to read, centers around catching what became a winter fishing obsession. I am referring to one of the more mysterious fish I’ve come across as an angler, the burbot.
Highly regarded for its taste as poor man’s lobster yet criticized for its appearance, I knew I had to catch one, two, as many as I could. They are most active during the winter months and at night, two challenges as we’ve had an unseasonably warm winter and I’m more apt to hit the snooze button and sleep in than drive to a frozen lake and sit outside in the dark or first light of the morning hours. Still, I had to add this fish to my checklist of caught species.
The fish is an oddity with their eel-like appearance, freshwater habitat (the only cod to live in such an environment in North America), and some seeming barriers in place – fishing during the winter, night activity, and competition with other anglers – I was obsessed. I researched online, talked with other anglers, called MT FWP for information from biologists in the field, asked questions when buying gear at local shops, and watched YouTube clips (check out our ProTip video with Craig Dowdy on the website or our YouTube channel on how to filet burbot), anything you could think of to educate myself on how to best catch this fish. Maybe a bit counter to the introductory prose, I’m all for enjoying the experience of fishing and the ambiance of the outdoors, but darn it, I really like catching fish, too. Especially with all the work and background knowledge I had completed. Not catching the fish would’ve been a letdown, surely.
After finding a few reservoirs in my area and properly gearing up, the only thing left to do was hit the ice. A scenic 20-minute drive to my first location yielded no fish. Slightly concerning, but motivating at the same time, another angler told me about some perch and a small ling (another name for the burbot) he released. Good to know, but after a few more evenings on the ice with no fish, it was time to try somewhere new. How about 40 minutes away? I had heard more consistent information about the fish being abundant in this second location but again, coming up sevens at this new spot.
For those without an interest in throwing dice at the craps table like myself, that means I didn’t catch anything here either. So, perhaps where I should’ve started all along, a trip to White Sulphur Springs, MT about 1.5 hrs. away would host my next attempt. As with most fishing, the lulls made for some long hours. Despite the wait, I had the opportunity to hook into my newest fish friends both jigging for them and through a stationary rod, both targeting slightly off the bottom, about 40 feet. I’ll never forget the sight of my first burbot as it appeared from the icy blue depths below. Examining this new-to-me fish, it had greenish, yellowish, olive covered spots all along its body. A catfish like appearance with a more than normal amount of fish slime coating the body, which I quickly became acquainted with as it slithered snake-like in my hands. Knowing I had finally caught one had me pumped up! All that was left was to see how it tasted.
As mentioned, they are highly regarded for their table fare. Bringing my catch home, I had done my homework as to how I should prepare my meal. Simplicity is sometimes the answer. Boil a little lemon soda, poach the fish for a few minutes and dip in some garlic butter with lemon on the side. Enjoy, easy. One thing I hadn’t accounted for, sharing with my family. My wife, not as invested in the pursuit of this fish, was fine to try it, compliment me on cooking it and move on with her evening. My kid, 2 years old, however, grabbed this fish by the fistful. So much so that I started getting a little jealous!
I put in the legwork to catch this fish and had built my first meal up in my head and here she is eating it all! Rationing out my portion, I was glad to see my daughter enjoyed the meal, but I was for a moment inclined to respond like the 2-year-old I was interacting with – to say “mine” and grab it all back. They don’t call this fish the poor man’s lobster for nothing I suppose. The white meat is what you’d expect from any similar cod fish, but the firm texture and taste of the fish paired with the garlic butter and lemon certainly lived up to my expectations. The enjoyable meal was the culmination of my burbot experience and a fitting way to affirm my latest fishing craze.
So, now that I’ve caught what was previously a mysterious fish to me, I look forward to another season with refined skills but the same level of excitement I had before encountering the burbot. A note for myself, I’ll have to do some research on some of those other strange fish to be caught…paddlefish, an arctic grayling, pallid sturgeon…all to hopefully be checked off the species bucket list.
