by Ranger Jim Serpa
Picture this, if you will...It's a warm summer's night. Josh
and Tiffany are coming home from a late movie as they drive
by Doheny State Beach. Just then Josh notices that the moon
is full and a great idea pops into his mind. Josh asks Tiffany
if she would like to stop by the beach and watch the grunion
run. What's a girl to think? Is this something akin to snipe
hunts or the ever popular submarine races? Hopefully not,
because grunion do exist.
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Drawing
of California Grunion above from Pacific Coast Fish:
A Guide to Marine Fish of the Pacific Coast of North
America, by Ron Russo, illustrated by Ann Caudle,
© 1990 Nature Study Guild Publishers, used by permission
of the publisher. |
You see, the grunion are thin, six-inch
long fish that possess an urge to procreate on
the beaches of Southern California. Now to you
and me this non-fishy behavior may seem hard to
believe, but there is another type of grunion
that performs the same trick in the Sea of
Cortez as well as a similar fish in the
Mediterranean.
All this odd conduct is linked to the rise
and fall of the tides. The grunion looks
similar to a top smelt and prefers to live in
the water just outside the surfline to a
relatively shallow depth of 40 feet. They like
to school in large numbers and don't stray much,
usually living offshore from the beaches where
they ground themselves. Grunion are not long-living
fish, rarely surviving past the ripe old age
of four.
The bizarre spawning rituals occur from March
through August and usually happen on the 2nd,
3rd and forth nights after a new or full moon.
These "runs" have the annoying habit of occurring
late at night anywhere from one to three hours
after the high tide. That's part of the fun of
grunion hunting; you never know just where or when
the grunions will materialize. At Doheny we have seen
them running at the far south and far north end
(and all areas in between). They occasionally run
in small numbers, but at other times it seems the
beach is silver with thousands of them.
The actual process goes something like this.
At some point in the evening, all the grunion
with nothing better to do will start amassing
offshore from the beach they have decided, by
grunion logic, to run at. It seems these fish
prefer beaches where there is a good supply of
sand and as little commotion as possible; e.g.
people, lights, etc. Somehow, there is a decision
made that now is the exact time to run
(this time is critical because if it is too
early, the eggs could be washed out to sea
before they have enough time to incubate in the
sand).
Wave after wave brings the grunion onto the
beach. The female grunion will wiggle just past
the wave line and bury herself tail first just
up to her pectoral fins (or, in human terms, up
to her shoulders) and proceed to lay from 1,000
to 3,000 eggs. While performing this miraculous
feat the males will encircle her and release
their milt which will run down and fertilize
the eggs. Then both males and female slip back
toward the surf and eventually into the offshore
waters.
During the next high tide cycle that
coordinates with the full or new moon cycle,
about two weeks, the eggs will be uncovered
by the wave action and washed out to sea. When
the eggs are agitated by the ocean, out pop
tiny grunion that will continue this wonderful,
albeit strange, conduct again next year.
Now, as mentioned, a grunion's life is not
a long one, so each female tries to maximize
her chance of passing on her genes by laying
1,000 to 3,000 eggs each time she beaches. She
will spawn four to eight times a season.
Using new math it's easy to see that if all
mother grunion laid 24,000 eggs a year and all
babies (fry) lived, we would soon be knee deep
in grunion. This is where Mother Nature kicks
in. The vast percentage of the fry don't survive
due to predation by the millions of grunion
connoisseurs that inhabit the briny deep.
If you would like to view these grunion
doing their thing, just ask a Ranger when the
next predicted runs will occur (or consult the
Events section of this Web site where the dates
will be posted as soon as available). Just
remember, they don't always run when and where
they are supposed to and if you're over 16 you
must possess a valid California fishing license
to actually catch them. Also, the only legal
way to catch them is with your bare hands.
Most people deep fry them in a batter, head
and all. Maybe you have a more creative culinary
technique. If so, let me know. See you out there.