The Mal de Mer had been in the water for three weeks, nearly alone in the harbor against the breakwater, joining the lobster boats and other commercial fishing vessels in a sea of otherwise empty moorings. Early May had been unseasonably cold and stormy and the few fishing trips we had taken had ended up […]
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It took some time, but I finally convinced my fiancé, Gelany, to fish on the boat with me at a relatively fishing-centric hour. No, we didn’t catch the pre-dawn bite. We didn’t even get the dawn bite. But we did have lines in the water at a respectable 6:30am, (which, she still complained was still […]
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Something strange happens around the new moon in June. The waters off Cape Cod, already full of migrating and year-of-young life, explode in a cacophony of energy. The bay becomes crowded. It’s a time of year in which you’d do almost anything to get just a few hours out on that new summer ocean. Alarms […]
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