Both of the lobster’s large claws are securely banded prior to showing friends. “It’s a female identified by a wide tale and wide swimmerets” I..
The air is warm. The low-hanging sun splashes yellow, orange, and red on Mystic Seaport buildings. I’m standing on a colorful piece of floating plastic..
The weather is overcast but warming. The marina and harbor are peaceful this early in the day. Ours is the only motor we hear. The..
New England’s long, cold winter is torture for fishermen. We peruse photos and recall hours of quiet concentration interrupted by a few minutes of excitement...
I’ve done it and maybe you have too: stared in confusion at beautiful fish displays. Armed with only recipes for shrimp and cod I ponder..
The drive through Old Mystic and down River Road is scenic and relaxing. It takes less than five minutes to unload my kayak and launch..
“If I don’t catch anything else this season, I’ll be happy. Who catches a rod while fishing?” I glance toward the voice of a grinning..
Removing the dewy canvas cover sends a shiver through my body and I can’t remember the last time my hands felt cold. Months of summer..
Only the tail shell, head and body remain. All the small appendages and tail meat are gone. The lobster’s end was gruesome: being eaten alive..
The air is warm, humid and scented with pine as I meander down the dirt road into Bluff Point State Park and my head fills..
Last year I found several locations for catching porgy, black sea bass and sea robin … while I was attempting to catch fluke (summer flounder)...
A forecast predicting lifting fog entices us onto the water though preparing the skiff for launch is an act of faith. From the boat slip,..
Seven weeks of baiting and checking lobster pots have me questioning everything. Ten pots were set on April 1st but two are missing and two..
It is already mid to late afternoon as we arrive but the sun counters the slight breeze to warm us. Carrying minimal gear, we hold..
A quick stop at the bottom of the boat launch allows the skiff to slide smoothly off the trailer into the water. Taking advantage of..
I didn’t plan to read for an hour this afternoon from a novel that had been gathering dust on a wrought iron plant stand. But..
A variety of boats on trailers have dotted shoreline roads these past weeks. Despite unseasonably warm temperatures, even the heartiest fishermen and boaters eventually resigned..
Official DEEP reports of outstanding porgy, bluefish and Tautaug fishing were effective siren calls. Large groups of small fishing boats appeared throughout Long Island Sound..
It was the first morning that I stepped onto my un-insulated porch and felt a chill in the air that I knew it was time..
Storm warnings a week before the official end to lobster season meant everyone with lobster pots scrambled to haul gear out of the water. Failure..
