Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Owls Head Light
Rain and wind. Put in at Journey's End marina, Rockland. We'll try for Northport tomorrow if it clears up a bit.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Friday, July 25, 2014
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
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Thursday, July 17, 2014
Saltwater fishing report - The Portland Press Herald / Maine Sunday Telegram
Saltwater fishing report - The Portland Press Herald / Maine Sunday Telegram: July 17, 2014
"ZONE 3: The striped bass pick has been good to very good in some of the rivers and slightly better around the rocky ledges and off the beaches. As the rivers continue to warm, try working the deep spots early or late using bait. Fishing the rivers has also become very tide specific. Anglers targeting stripers need to read the water; looking for moving water and rips off any points. Natural channels, where the flats drain as the tide falls and bird action are also good indicators. Worms, eels and macs have been catching fish. A few of the artificials that have been working are the Rebel Windcheater, Creek Chubs and Gag’s Poppers. Fly enthusiasts fishing pollock or mackerel pattern flies and black Clousers (at night) report some action. Remember that if you are fishing on the Kennebec, upstream of the power line in Augusta, you must have a current freshwater license. Mackerel can be found all the way Downeast. The Southport Bridge, the Boothbay Fish Pier and the Rockland Breakwater are just a couple of spots where anglers have shore access to catch these fish.
This saltwater report is compiled by Bruce Joule, Maine Department of Marine Resources. He can be reached at 633-9505, P.O. Box 8, West Boothbay Harbor 04575, or by email at:
bruce.joule@maine.gov"
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Wednesday, July 16, 2014
In Pursuit of Bluefish on Venerable Party Boat - NYTimes.com
In Pursuit of Bluefish on Venerable Party Boat - NYTimes.com:
by Peter Kaminsky
After a few days of compulsively checking the often reliable website noreast.com, I found that the fish stories had reached enough critical mass to carry a ring of truth. (First unbreakable rule of fishing: Never believe just one report.)
I booked a spot on the Flamingo III, one of the most venerable of the open-to-all-comers party boats that remain from the dozens of vessels that once sailed from nearby Sheepshead Bay to the inshore fishing grounds.
“Do I need my rubber boots?” I asked the skipper, Bob Wiegand. Captain Bob regarded my Top-Siders the way an artillery officer might size up a BB gun. “It can get pretty bloody,” he said. “I’d wear them.” Most of my fellow anglers wore boots and rubberized overalls, a sensible outfit for a visit to an abattoir and equally suitable to the landing and filleting of big bluefish.
Bob is the third generation of his family to ply our local waters. His son and first mate, Rob, sails with him. I learned in a subsequent phone call with the paterfamilias, Walter, that their family business had grown out of necessity.
“I was 10 or 11 — height of the Depression,” he recalled in the working-class accent of old-time Yorkville (think Whitey Ford and Jimmy Cagney, who hailed from that neighborhood). “Times were tough. My dad would hang out in the bars chatting up the patrons. He’d offer to drive then down to Brielle, N.J., in a secondhand funeral limo he had picked up cheaply. For a few bucks, a charter captain would take the passengers fishing, along with my dad, who got a cut of the fare and also fished for free. He’d sell his catch to restaurants.”
As he told his story, it occurred to me that if I were sitting in a bar at 2 a.m., and a stranger offered to drive me to the Jersey Shore in a funeral vehicle, I might have begged off.
The fisherfolk that morning were the typical party boat potpourri, including a retired corrections officer, two machinists, a Verizon executive, two firefighters, a fine arts photographer, and a smattering of sons and daughters, some of them eager to fish and others quite obviously coerced into quality bonding time with Dad. We made our way across Jamaica Bay to Breezy Point, where, on a moving tide, predators often lie in wait for struggling baitfish. But Breezy was becalmed, so we motored farther east, just off the surfing beaches of the newly hip Rockaways.
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Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Harvard Study: Aging Liberal Men Have More Sex than Conservative Counterparts | Alternet
Harvard Study: Aging Liberal Men Have More Sex than Conservative Counterparts | Alternet: "Harvard Study: Aging Liberal Men Have More Sex than Conservative Counterparts
One of the longest-running studies of adult development in history delivers four surprising findings."
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One of the longest-running studies of adult development in history delivers four surprising findings."
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Monday, July 14, 2014
Hemingway's Pilar and Top Hat - Two Wheeler Playmates
Hemingway's Pilar - preserved in Cuba |
Top Hat |
Here at City Island Yacht Club George Ignatius Robinson had the same vision for his Wheeler Playmate Top Hat. Robinson applied to the Coast Guard hoping to convert his sailboat - usually chartered for weekend cruises - into a patrol craft complete with foredeck mounted machine gun and depth charges.
Page 1 of George Robinson's application to the Coast Guard to convert Top Hat from weekend cruiser to anti-submarine patrol craft. |
The Charles W. Morgan cries "whale ho" again
Mystic Seaport Museum has restored the last surviving Nantucket Whaler, The Charles W. Morgan. Long a member of its fleet, the ship is now seaworthy and under sail. They met whales and loved them on the Stellwagen Bank off Provincetown, MA. - G
Friday, July 11, 2014
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Evers Marina & Seaplane Base - the Bronx, NYTimes.com
Charlie Evers aboard Little Toot, at Evers Marina and Seaplane Base, the Bronx |
The Runway Is Clear - NYTimes.com:
by Corey Kilgannon
"If Willy Wonka ran a boatyard, it might be along the lines of Evers Marina and Seaplane Base, on the Bronx waterfront.
Its owner, Charlie Evers, 71, has lived his entire life, at least until recently, at the marina, which was founded as a seaplane base in 1937 by his father, Carl.
By the 1950s, the place had about 40 seaplanes and five ramps for them. By the late 1960s, seaplane storage and charter flights gave way to boat-slip rentals, Mr. Evers said.
But there is still an orange windsock fluttering up there atop a pole at the end of the wide concrete pier, here where the East River turns into Long Island Sound.
The marina still shows up on aviation maps as one of the last seaplane bases in the region. And there is still the four-seat seaplane that Mr. Evers keeps in a metal shed and tools around in once or twice a week.
The marina, located in the Spencer Estates section between Pelham Bay Park and the Throgs Neck Bridge, is dotted with repurposed items that Mr. Evers has found."
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