BASS RIVER TOWNSHIP, N.J. HISTORY . . . etc.: Dave Kalm & Sam Briggs- Fearless Hunters

Friday, May 22, 2009

From time to time, the Blog will feature a news item from the past that involves some of our regular Blog readers. We invite the person who is featured, or others who might also have some recollection of or insight into the news event, to drop a comment to the Blog regarding the incident.

Today's news item is a double header. It involves two people, our buddy, Dave Kalm, down in Florida, and Sam Briggs, the husband of Phyllis Briggs who is a regular Blog reader and contributor. It seems that Dave and Sam decided to hunt a few rabbits but ended up with quite a hair (no pun intended) raising adventure.

Tuckerton Beacon - November 28, 1946

Is it just me, or does anyone else smell the Jersey Devil in this news story? Only Dave and Sam know for sure.

Pete S

How “Herrintown” Got Its Name by the Herrintown Poet (July, 1998)

A little silver fish we have to blame

For how our town got its name.

We’ve heard of towns from East to West

With names that seem to suit them best.

Bean Town - Big Apple - The Windy City

Now most folk think that’s pretty witty

To name a town for a thing unique

But to name a town for a fish? That’s cheek!

Wondering how it came to be?

Come back to long-ago with me.

When the bay and river produced the wealth

And added to the people’s health.

Long ago in a different clime

We can watch the scenes flash through our mind.

Up in the north in the cold and deep

Off Nova Scotia’s rocky reef.

In the days of March when the wind is raw,

When the ice in the river begins to thaw

Something stirs within their heart,

And like their fathers before- off they start.

They take the long and ancient trail

Every season without fail.

This silver fish with streamline frame.

It never gained the sport man’s fame.

Cared not a wit about its fate.

Called it worthless, call it bait.

But how could they know of a time and place

And this lowly fish in the watery trace?

How could they know of the native here,

About the folk that counted this fish so dear?

They packed the fish in a barrel of brine.

Kept it in the cellar til winter time.

When breakfast came at early morn,

Wood stove burning to keep them warm.

Smoke from chimneys hangs over town

And smell of pancakes turning brown.

Salt fish poached and served up hot

With plenty gravy poured on top.

Think it strange fare as well you may

But this was the start of the bayman’s day

Let’s turn back now to a scene in the bay

The wind picked up since break of day

Nor-wester’s blowing cold and clear

A sail in the river is drawing near.

The boatman leans out over the side

Shouts “Let ‘em know far and wide.

The shoal of fish came through the bight.”

To him it was an old familiar sight.

The silver sides flashing in the sun.

The multitudes in the migration run.

It was Sunday morn this day in the Spring.

The Presbyterians were gathered and had started to sing.

The lad that was spreading the news all around

Had turned the corner and headed up Allentown.

He knew the baymen, all but a few

Would be there in church in their usual pew

He pushed on the door. It flew open wide.

“Boys you better put churching aside.”

He shouted so loud his voice in a quiver.

“Hurry up boys...

‘HERRIN’ UP RIVER!”

The meeting broke up to the preacher’s dismay

How could a fish lure them away?

I’ll leave you with your thoughts on this.

Here in the town that was named for a fish.

BASS RIVER TOWNSHIP, N.J. HISTORY . . . etc.

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