For California’s abalone divers, it was the best of times, fueled by a resource with seemingly no end. A community of pals and partners, the divers had the sea to themselves and all the abs they could grab. The daily limit in the 1970s was 20 dozen black abalones per permit, per landing-a bit less for the reds, pinks, greens, and whites-and a seafloor virtually paved with the big sea snails provided some 300 commercial divers in Southern and Central California with a fast-paced livelihood of sun, salt, wind, and wealth. Fifty-six-year-old Jim Marshall, an urchin diver from Carpinteria, still recalls the old days of this illustrious industry with a shred of nostalgia for something that may never return to its former state of abundance, for California’s abalones have suffered a fishery collapse as dramatic as they come. While some snails still crawl over the seafloor at San Miguel Island, gone are the divers.
Jessie Alstatt
How many abalone (pictured here) are left at San Miguel Island? That’s the question research divers are trying to determine in surveys, one of which was scheduled for this summer.
Gone, too, is the culinary culture of abalone once so integral to much of coastal California, and though the last hot aromas of fried, breaded, hand-caught abalone long ago vanished from the air, it lingers clear as day in the memories of those who were there. Scott Westlotorn grew up in Lompoc and remembers the communal abalone barbecues after a morning’s ab-grabbing at Hollister Ranch, where one could go at low tide and kick them from the rocks at a limit of 10 per day.
“We’d set up an assembly line of people,” Westlotorn, 58, reminisced, “and one would shuck them, another would slice them, the next person pound them, and finally we’d fry them. We ate so much abalone. We could eat all we wanted. People loved it, both as a food and as a social occasion, and no one thought it would ever end.”
Jessie Alstatt
San Miguel Island seems to be one of the last strongholds for abalone in Central and Southern California.
For commercial divers, the money was just half the point. Divers could make $150-$200 per day-not too shabby by today’s standards but a virtual fortune 30 years ago. After several years of deckhand work while a high schooler, Carpinteria’s Marshall plunged into this lucrative trade at the age of 19. In one particularly profitable month at the start of his career in the early ‘70s, the young diver earned more than $1,800.
But it was the liberal lifestyle that made abalone diving a worthy pursuit, and for divers in the 1950s, ‘60s, and early ‘70s, the future was wide open. Laws and regulations were still few and a life on the ocean was a life of one’s own, with divers essentially determining their own seemingly boundless salaries. The per-landing limit allowed the option of making two or more landings per day, time permitting, and the Department of Fish and Game (DFG) enforced no annual limit.
Best of all, there was no hurry. Marshall and his deckhand sometimes stayed at the islands overnight while stockpiling hundreds of abalones on the deck, in the shade and under wet burlap, or kept fresh in live-wells. Marshall and others dived with hookah gear, and a diesel-powered engine pumped air through a hose down to the divers, who pried the abalones off the rocks with two-foot bars.
Back at the dock in Santa Barbara, the snails were unloaded and Marshall, who owned his own vessel most of his career, would make another run to the islands the next day or maybe the next week-he had no boss, the world was his oyster, and a pearl of a world it was, with the underwater realm fated to remain his office and playground for decades.
But as surely as hungry buyers met the boats in the harbor, the abalone beds began to thin out. Looking past a potential problem was easy at first, admits Marshall, who explained, “We’d just say, ‘Well, I guess they all moved to another spot.’”
Jessie Altstatt



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I remember when I first moved to Santa Barbara in the mid-1960s, there were mountains of abalone shells piled next to the railroad tracks in Goleta, near the lemon-packing plant. I never knew what that was about, and don't know when they disappeared, but it seems like they were there for years.
And I remember many a great abalone sandwich at John Dory's restaurant overlooking the pier where the Ab boats brought in their harvest.
Later, when abalone prices rose, eateries started offering "scallone," abalone cut with scallops.
Thanks for the great article!
Pelican47 (anonymous profile)
June 26, 2008 at 4:30 p.m. (Suggest removal)
Great article. I dove for abalones commercially starting in 1968 until the fishery closed and participated in one of the surveys. This article is the most objective and accurate of any I can remember. However, there is a inaccuracy that I would like to point out. An inaccuracy that may seem small to the uninformed, yet is most revellent.
While Jessica Alstatt has the ability to charm abalone off the rock, she neglected to point out an important fact. The surveys mentioned in the article were conducted without flash lights. Flash lights allow a diver to look deep into cracks, crevasses and ledges where the small abalone live until big enough to defend themselves in the open. An important point in light of her purported statement regarding abalone recruitment. Actually, the design of the surveys mentioned were to notice emerging abs only and not those that were too small to be safe in the open. This distinction while very important in putting her statement in perspective does not detract from an otherwise accurate article. Truly, a rare treat from the Independent.
Michael (anonymous profile)
June 27, 2008 at 11:28 a.m. (Suggest removal)
Hi, just wanted to let the readers know that I tried to communicate the point that Michael makes above to the reporter during my interview (that the surveys were for emergent abalone only, and we did not use lights or flip rocks, etc., implying that smaller individuals might be missed using these methods). I recall stressing how important it was to keep the survey results in context with the methodology. Unfortunately it's hard to control what the reporters and editors choose to print...that said, I wish that we had found a strong signal of recent (<5-8 years) recruitment in the emergent population as that would bode well for everyone- especially the abalone.
jaltstatt (anonymous profile)
June 28, 2008 at 1 p.m. (Suggest removal)
Thanks to Jessie for clarifying, and to everyone else for commenting. But from my perspective as the editor of this piece, I think Alastair makes the point rather clearly in this line: "although she says many were likely out of sight in cracks and crevices, which is standard protocol for the one- to three-inchers." That indicates an awareness that some may have been missed, which is the point.
I understand that for those intimately involved, this may not seem to adequately hammer home the methodology distinction, but it is entirely adequate for the general reader, which is the vast majority of our newspaper's audience. We're not a technical journal, and if we spend too much time getting caught up in methodological criteria, we lose our readers. That being said, it remains obvious to the lay-person that some abalone may be hiding.
And yes, it is hard to "control" what reporters and editors print, but that's not unfortunate. It's a good thing, and the main distinction between journalists from public relations professionals. If you want to "control" a message, you have to pay for it.
--Matt Kettmann
Matt (Matt Kettmann)
June 28, 2008 at 1:26 p.m. (Suggest removal)
As a native Californian, I am pleased to see the fate of abalone getting ink. However, if I could jump into a AAG discussion, I would ask them to address the following points. First, it seems that all participants need to agree on a common goal, whether merely within the bounds of current law or something more conservative. For example, should the population structure reflect otters present, or perhaps 1950's post-otter levels? Without a common goal, such projects could be doomed even by miscommunication. Second, while Jessie Altstatt's approach should be applauded as conservative and inclusive, it does not justify taking action in the first place. Similarly, even though Jim Marshall's love and nostalgia for the fishery are understood, he has also failed to justify taking action for any other reason. Third, the basic resilience of our coastal ecosystems is roughly on par with the negative trajectory ascribed to global climate disruption. In other words, it is likely that we have a reduced capability to predict what a 'safe' population level is given the general health of our beloved coastal waters. (Perhaps this is why withering syndrome took hold in the first place?) The truth remains as the author softly points out: "San Miguel Island's colony of abalone truly is an isolated remnant of a once-tremendous resource." Sadly, in my opinion, any action to remove (or move) abalone from the San Miguel ecosystem rings of lack of courage to do what's right, or misplaced faith in the science of relocating, or even self-interest. How can anyone look at the Big Picture and explain to the next generation the following scenario: "Well, populations for all ab species from San Diego to San Francisco were rundown, bordering on collapse (if not extinction, for white abs), except at San Miguel Island. We decided to bring that population down to the wire, too."? How could such action be 'mischaracterized'? Only by degree, and I have yet to see any degree of action as being justified.
Dan (anonymous profile)
July 7, 2008 at 11:28 a.m. (Suggest removal)