Lose a Friend
good friend Randy Fry, aged 50, died on Sunday,
August 15th, in the
middle of the afternoon, on a gloriously warm
day out on the Pacific Ocean.
He was killed by a great white shark in fifteen
feet of water while diving
death is so tragic and bizarre that it has riveted
the west coast
fishing community's attention. When it comes to
something like this, it
lands hard on anyone who steps foot in saltwater.
Whether you are a
recreational diver, a sportfishing angler, a commercial
fisherman, or just a
person who likes to look out at the ocean while
walking the beach.
Randy was born in Tulare, CA. He attended schools in Sacramento City and San Juan school districts, graduating from La Sierra High School in Carmichael, CA. His father was President of the Sacramento Title Insurance Company until his death in 1985. Randy is survived by his son, Randy Jr., a grandaughter, Aubrey, his mother, Velora Fry, a brother, Dana Fry, and two sisters, Cheryl Clarkson and Dawn Mize.
took the bull by the horns and started getting
people organized to
fight fishing closures. He seemed to know everybody,
and if he didn't know
them personally, he was buddies with someone who
did. He was a former scuba
diver instructor, led diving charters in the Philippines,
and became an
avid, free-diving spearfisherman who competed
in club competitions. He had
been fishing up here in Mendocino County, in Albion
and Fort Bragg, for
was employed by the Recreational Fishing Alliance,
a non-profit, grass
roots political lobby for saltwater sportfishermen
and the recreational
fishing industry. This was our most important
non-commercial anglers and divers on the West
2003 Fry was appointed to a federal fishery management
groundfish, including important species to the
fishery. Randy was instrumental in the appointment
of Darrell Ticehurst to
the Pacific Fisheries Management Council (PFMC),
the august body that sets
most saltwater fishing regulations.
Zimmerman, a Fort Bragg resident, met Randy when
they were both living
in Sacramento in the 1970s. Cliff introduced Randy
to Mendocino fishing and
Randy caught the bug.
owns the Beach House Inn and is well known in
Fort Bragg as a
surveyor. He was diving with Randy Fry when Randy
guys were not inexperienced divers. Cliff had
a plan for what to do if
somebody got bit. Here's what happened, as best
I know it:
Fry was in town for the Fish Fry in Noyo Harbor
for the Recreational
Fishing Alliance. We organized this event to raise
money and join new
members for RFA. We had a great time, and signed
up a bunch of new members.
We put faces to names. Many RFA-NorCal board members
were there: Red
Bartley, myself, Randy Fry, Bob Humphrey, Steve
Campi, Dave Whittington; all
my local fishing buddies were there and working
the event. We had a blast
and put a bean in the pot.
Sunday I found Randy Fry, Cliff Zimmerman and
Red Bartley at Carine's
around noon. Red is the president of the California
Striped Bass Association
and a board member of RFA's NorCal Chapter. These
guys were my people. We
had lunch, and everybody wanted to fish but I
felt obligated to clean up. My
friend Alex Hamann was there and considered going
diving with them but had
to get back to Oakland. The last time I saw Randy,
he was shaking Alex's
hand and thanking him for helping out so much
with the Fish Fry. "I really
mean it," Randy said, and he left.
and Red joined Cliff the DOLPHIN, Cliff's 28 foot
sportfishing boat, and they decided to troll for
salmon up by Ten Mile
Beach, in close. They continued to troll north
and caught nothing but
lingcod, which they released. Once they reached
the Kibesillah area Cliff
and Randy decided to pop some abalone. It was
Randy's second abalone diving
trip of the year, to the best of my recollection.
had been in the water ten or fifteen minutes and
were about 150 feet
from the boat. Red Bartley was in the boat angling
for rockfish. Before they
dove, the whole crew talked about the possibility
of sharks. Red Bartley was
concerned about sharks in the area and Randy and
Cliff asked him to watch
out for any sign. Seals suddenly beaching themselves;
fins above water. Red
agreed to be a lookout.
were diving in fifteen feet of water or so. They
had been in the water
for about fifteen minutes. They chatted while
hanging on to their diving
tubes, and Randy told Cliff to adjust his mask
to get the fogging out. Cliff
turned away from Randy and was looking down to
prepare for his next dive
when a big shark passed by Cliff and hit Randy
with a clean blow. Randy just
had started a dive and was underwater. He was
dead instantly and never came
to the surface. Cliff estimated that the shark
was as big as his pickup
truck, and he got a pretty good look at it.
Cliff saw the shark, and then the pool of blood
in the water, he
screamed out, "Holy shit! Shark!" He
dropped his weight belt and swam
furiously back to his boat. Red grabbed him and
pulled him into the boat.
They looked around all over for Randy, but he
was nowhere to be seen. They
called in a "Mayday" on the VHF radio,
and an angler in a small aluminum
skiff came in and started patrolling the scene,
looking for Randy. The
DOLPHIN was anchored up but Cliff was ready to
lose the anchor as soon as
they saw Randy.
and Randy were always playing tricks on each other,
and Cliff was
hoping this was a good one. Maybe Randy brought
a red dye bag and popped it,
then swam off underwater. Maybe a seal was hit
by the shark and Randy was
able to get out of the area. The whole thing is
so unbelievable, your mind
races to find an explanation.
Coast Guard cutter arrived on the scene, along
with their helicopter.
They searched the area to no avail. After about
two hours, they returned to
port. The truth had finally sunk in.
just can't get my mind around the fact that Randy
Fry is dead.
was working down in the harbor at 5pm, cleaning
up after the Fish Fry,
when Don Akin and Kevin Browning came over and
said there was a missing
diver up by Orca Inn. My heart went up in my throat
because I knew Randy and
Cliff Zimmerman liked to dive there.
started driving up to Orca Inn but realized I
couldn't even get to the
water there to find out what was going on. I just
had a really bad feeling
about this. I drove back to the harbor and Cliff's
boat was tied up at the
Coast Guard Station. I went over there and I saw
Red Bartley being
interviewed by the sheriffs. He looked at me and
said, "We lost Randy. A
shark got him." I broke down and cried.
can't tell you what it felt like to take Randy's
Grundens and clothes off
is a guy I talked to almost every day, and he
came up to Fort Bragg
every chance he got to go salmon fishing or diving.
We battled together for
five years against those who would take our fishery
away from us. This
leaves a hole that can't be filled.
Randy, my good friend.
lot of people are asking what they can do, about
funeral arrangements and
donating to a memorial. In dealing with the press,
I tried to get the
message across that this was a very special guy,
a indefatigable warrior for
all our best hopes for our fishery.
Bartley and I had the sad duty to identify Randy
when the Coast Guard
brought him in this morning. Fortunately we did
not have to make a visual
identification, which would have been very traumatic
for me. We were able to
describe his dive gear and fins and that was enough.
Bartley has been like a rock through this whole
thing. He's been through
it before and I can't say I have. This is new
territory for me. I've never
lost a closer friend. I also want to thank another
RFA stalwart, Randy's
friend Milo Vukovich, for being there and doing
what needed to be done or
was wearing an olive camo wetsuit that made him
blend into the rocks.
Cliff was wearing an all-black wetsuit and the
shark passed by him, close
enough to touch, and went for Randy. He could
have had a bangstick, a
Mossberg Mariner shotgun, an AK-47, but if you
don't see it coming, none of
that does any good.
had said to Cliff many times: if he had to go,
he wanted to go in the
the shock and denial started wearing off, I started
to ask myself what
Randy would want us to do. The first thing he'd
tell me: DON'T DROP THE
only reason he was up here last weekend was to
sign up new RFA members.
He understood that the problems we face are political
in nature. We both
went through some hard times when we had the best
evidence, the best
arguments, and the biggest crowd in the Commission
hearings and we still
lost. It's political. Shit happens in Washington
DC, and shit flows down
hill. All the rest is monkey talk. Randy had a
knack for figuring out who
had the power, identifying them, befriending them,
and making things better
for recreational anglers and our fisheries.
had the perfect personality for this work: he
liked the limelight, he
liked people, and he loved to talk fish politics.
He was willing to make the
sacrifices necessary and we cannot replace him.
few days ago, before the Fish Fry, I left a message
on Randy's phone
saying that "I needed a pep talk" because
of some setbacks I had in
organizing the Fish Fry. I can't even remember
what it was about now but I
wanted to whine. A few minutes later he called
me and said:
Cowboy Up, Pardner."
bust out laughing. It was perfect Randy, short
sweet and to the point. It
was all the pep talk I needed. Four words, and
he set me straight. A lot of
people have been asking me what they can do and
I have two words:
a check out to "RFA", mark it to the
"Randy Fry Memorial Fund" and send
Fort Bragg, CA 95437
promise you, and I promise my loyal friend, this
money will be used as
Randy wanted it to be.