
As a result, fishing has been spectacular - jig up a mackerel, put it down under the boat - and sooner or later (often much sooner) you will be wrestling with a big bass or blue.
Because there is a lot of underwater structure at the marina (boats, docks, keels, chains, etc.) that can cut your line, you need be alert - but despite the high degree of difficulty, it can be done.
So last night when I went to sleep I inadvertently left a rod with a live bait out in the stern rod holder of my boat. At some time during the night I was awakened by the screaming sound of my Newell reel as a big fish ate the little fish and tried to swim away under the dock.
The next thing I heard was the "whispering" of my neighbor Christine the "Fish Chick" and her boyfriend Dave (of Lion's Mane fame) from down the dock - who heard the rod go off - and decided to lend a hand.
Over the past few months Christine has dedicated herself to learning everything she can about fishing here on Boston Harbor. I have tried to share what I know with her - she is a quick study, and incredibly persistent. As a result, she's getting pretty good at it: She knows the fish and the rules - has her salt water registration card - and knows how to catch, clean and cook (or simply serve) mackerel, flounder, bass and bluefish.
Confident that everything was under control, I fell back asleep and woke up this morning to a a text message from Christine letting me know what had happened - and letting me know that there was a 29 1/2 inch striped bass in my fishbox - which I will be sharing with my friends tonight for dinner.
So that's the joy of fishing for today - it isn't all about the fish - it is about the great people you catch along the way.
Here's a picture of Christine and the original Fish Chicks - with one of the first stripers they caught by themselves this summer.
All the best
Bruce
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