We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Are there anadromous Brook Trout in Maine? Who knows? To complicate nomenclature, Brook Trout are not really trout - they are a Char.
Tips for autumn trout fishing. Some states and areas do a fall stocking. Few if any stocked fish survive summer or winter in streams, even with catch-and-release. They do not have enough adaptation.
Not really. Before sunrise this morning we were after legal Stripers and Fluke. Legal stripers are in a narrow slot - not too big and not too small. You need a ruler.
Thing is, Bluefish can sometimes be all around. Big ones too. They are delicious on the grill, coated with some mayo, mustard, and soy sauce. Many people feel they are "too fishy" - but they are fish. Best if cooked the day you catch them.
If you get into a school of Blues, at some point you get annoyed and throw them back. A good-sized Blue is supper for six people or more .They will bite you though. Gotta be careful removing the hook.
"Flounder, flounder, in the sea..." It's the classic Grimm's tale about the discontented wife: The Fisherman and His Wife
We have two almost identical flounder species on the East Coast (not including the delicious Halibut which is an ocean species). On a menu, they are "Sole". They are odd-looking bottom feeders, camouflaged on the bottom and darting up to catch smaller fish - or your bait or lure.
Around here, we call them Fluke, and keepers must be 19" or over. For truly large Fluke, you need to head out to the Nantucket Shoals, or off Montauk. Or your fish market. If you think fresh Sole is expensive, try buying a boat and fishing yourself. Great fun, though, with a pal or two and some beer.
These boys are not catching "giant Fluke" but it's all relative. Push your catch closer to the camera and they look bigger. Bottom fishing in Long Island Sound:
Have you every poured some Maple Syrup on some fresh snow? That will pull out a tooth.
It seems that the invention of ice cream (or, maybe at first, sherbet) was somewhere in the Middle East. Then somebody added more luxurious ingredients (Bastani).
It is easy to forget that there is plenty of snow and ice in Lebanon and northern Iran. This stuff can be transported. In much more contemporary times, schooners from New England used to transport blocks of Cape Cod pond ice to India. There is still a business called Cape Pond Ice.
The four corners of deceit are: government, academia, science, and the media. I had a hard time coming to this radical conclusion myself, as I wanted to believe otherwise, was not a conspiracist, and have attained all the laurels on offer from our current system. Just read my memoir, Davos, Aspen & Yale. I have been behind the elite curtain...
Recreational is a different topic, but that goes back to college years. Don't want it, don't need it. I view weed as the lazy and stupid drug. Not so for all.
Canoeing With the Cree. Almost 100 years ago, two 18-year-olds paddled 2,250 miles across America. This is their story.
“There is a cleanliness, a breadth and sweep and strength in the North, a purifying realization that one is living close to the fundamental elements of life. Yes, the North has a spell.”—Eric Sevareid
It was during the spring of 1930 when 19-year-old Walter “Walt” Port thought of the idea. He was scheduled to graduate from high school in a few months, so why not celebrate that accomplishment with an extended canoe trip, and do it with his closest high-school buddy, 17-year-old Eric Sevareid?
“We’ll leave right after graduation in June,” Walt explained to Eric. “From here in Minneapolis, we’ll paddle up the Minnesota River to Big Stone Lake on the South Dakota line, then into the Red River of the North, down that river into Canada and Lake Winnipeg, up the east shore of the lake to Norway House and, at that point, attempt a wilderness jump of 500 miles to Hudson Bay. So, what do you think?”
What the young men were considering was a 2,250-mile canoe trip that, as far as they knew, had never before been attempted—or if it had, such a trip had never been documented. And though they would be leaving near the beginning of summer, they would be fortunate to complete such a trip by the time winter arrived in the North.
"Trash fish"? No. Sea Robins are 
Have you every poured some Maple Syrup on some fresh snow? That will pull out a tooth.
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