It was just as I was afraid of..nothing..nada..not even a hit. Yesterday morning on the Penobscot proved fruitless as far as catching a striper or anything else for that matter. Unless you count a couple of big blobs of seaweed. We, myself and my faithful companion Ray, put in at the Belfast public landing around 6 and were fishing underneath the Bucksport Narrows bridges by 6:30. By the way old one is looking very shabby but with no money to tear it down I guess the state will just let it rot away..
Working our way down river, against an incoming tide we enjoyed some mighty fine scenery and architecture..
About 2 hours into fishing Ray was pacing from bow to stern and longingly looking at the river bank. I sensed that he needed a break..if you know what I mean..I found a great little beachy area that was protected from tide and flowage ..Ray was relieved , both psychologically and physically..By the way, speaking of tide and flowage..When the seaweed hit my streamer I put the motor in N and noticed that we were actually drifting up river , against the river flow (and the Penobscot is no little meandering waterway), a testament to the strength of our everyday, tidal tsunami's .
We continued on to Sandy Point and the wreckage of the old wharf ..
And finally the ledges of Fort Point Lighthouse..
As I said..the fishing is sometime secondary.
As much as I was hoping to catch ..something..well maybe not the seaweed..The morning turned out to be a resounding success. One of "those" standout days that will be fondly remembered come next February.
We continued on to Sandy Point and the wreckage of the old wharf ..
And finally the ledges of Fort Point Lighthouse..
As I said..the fishing is sometime secondary.
As much as I was hoping to catch ..something..well maybe not the seaweed..The morning turned out to be a resounding success. One of "those" standout days that will be fondly remembered come next February.
