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PONDERING CORE ESSENCE
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2021 has been a season of recovery... from the pandemic, the associated isolation, the generally "down" nature of 2020 and more. While virtually all of my 2021 fishing has been solo, I have gotten out a fair amount, and my recent relocation to Maine has reunited me with extended family, both boats and all my gear. I can be fishing within 15 minutes from my desk or bed; and that fishing has a lot of potential for me to unlock. I couldn't ask for more. Here, I'm just taking a breather and collecting some photos. Nothing outrageous (either good or bad) has happened in my 2021 fishing season so far, but I've had a lot of pleasant success. I've enjoyed just about every moment on the water and each and every fish I've encountered. Who knows what the second half of the season will bring; bigger stripers? Blues? Thirty-inch togue? An albie? I look forward to finding out! Enjoy! Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways
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The entire family just spent a week or so in Maine. Folks converged from England, the Pacific Northwest, the mid-Atlantic and the Mountain West to re-unite for the first time in a couple of years or more. A new grand-niece was introduced to all for the first time, many meals were shared, and there was a fair amount of local beer and Casco Bay-side relaxation. A yellow Portland Pudgy tender ( portlandpudgy.com ) joined my fleet, and the Maritime skiff was finally moored at its very own location. Each performed their respective duties flawlessly. Nature was abundant, fishing for striped bass was better than decent, and the average fish landed (24 inches or so) was an excellent match to my light tackle. I was smart enough to pace myself, and I didn't unnecessarily burn myself out by fishing day and night. I took advantage of my easy access to the water when it made sense, and I made extra effort to invest my time in new methods, locations and techniques. I truly enjoyed my time on the water, and didn't feel as if I were trying to win an ephemeral race with access to Casco Bay stripers. With mackerel abundant for the first time in years, and these livies generally selecting for larger fish, I live-lined these baits more than I expected. My lure fishing suffered, and I was less efficient than usual. But the anticipation with each bait deployed was high, the majority of my mackerel were eaten, many of the strikes were visually dramatic, and I found success in several new areas. This was fun! Somehow, we managed to move into our new home during this same week. Since that new home is in Yarmouth, ten minutes from my mooring, I guess I'll have to get used to this. Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways |
Steve LachanceVia Rhode Island, New Hampshire, Michigan and now, back to New England! Archives
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