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.