Riverbend Smelting Camp
We caught seven smelts. And we ate them up there and then.
Through an unfortunate confluence of events, it happens that this was the first time in my life that I had reeled in a fish. And, it boggled my mind…
Do you mean to tell me that, wherever you are, you can literally drop a line in the water and you might pull up a fish? It turns out that, stripped of all its arcane knowledge and endless equipment, fishing is simple and beautiful! Maybe not successful, but that depends on how on measure success, right?
For those hardy enough to ride a bike in the deep, dark, Maine winter, a smelting camp would be a great destination for a ride. They provide everything you need for fishing - lines and bait all housed in a wood-heated, sauna-like shack. The fishing hole is inside the shack. Like Mark says, “It’s a little like fishing from your living room.”
Let’s get small. These guys believe that everything you need to catch a fish fits in an Altoid Tin. Or smaller.
Another goal for 2009. Drop more lines.
I swear we pulled in some mackerel together off the breakwater. I know I did with Vinnie, but I thought you fished with us some too– probably back around ’88/’89? Weren’t you there?
By: James on February 15, 2009
at 1:54 pm
Was I? Maybe? I don’t think so. Shiny fish, pulling the hook out, gutting – that all felt new to me.
Or, if I was with you guys, I wasn’t paying attention. Lame, but very possible.
By: jfink on February 17, 2009
at 12:34 pm