Fishing with my Buster

So as a fishing guide you would think that the first story that pops to my head that I want to share is about catching a tuna on a fly, or the biggest bass I ever caught. Negative. Anyone who know me, knows I am at my best when I have kids on the boat. Anyone who also know me, knows my wife and son go to Maine for the summer leaving me alone, so the day before they leave I ask them both what they want to do and James says, Fishing with Dada! Well if this down’t melt your heart I don’t know what will.

So we jump on the boat and head out on the water into a favorite spot in the harbor where I know there are a ton of fish. James is 2.5 and can’t cast yet (he thinks he can…), but loves to reel and be involved. The first twenty minutes were all laughs, we had three fish slap out our albie snax and miss and another two fish on that we lost. No worries, there is activity. James is still happy as is Mama. I knew we had maybe an hour window. Another 20 minutes pass and same thing, 4-5 more swirls and 2 fish on and lost. No worries right? Gorgeous day, ate lunch with my wife and child on a boat, life is pretty perfect.

Then, the heckling begins. Mama starts, followed by Buster (my nick name for James,) about what kind of fishermen I am if I can’t even land a fish for a picture. I guess this is when you know you are part of a loving family, right? Well, as much as I am thinking there is going to be a dramatic ending here, it goes the exact opposite way. Two more fish on, two more fish off, dada is frustrated, mama is laughing her ass off and buster… well he was the happiest kid in the world. He didn’t care about a picture, that was mama and dada, all Buster wanted was to be fishing.

I tell this story as we put so much pressure on results in both life and fishing. How many fish did you catch? what was the biggest fish you caught? Did you accomplish a task at work…blah,blah,blah. James could care less about catching, all he wanted to do was fish with dada and he did that and when it was time to go in he simply asked, can we do this again soon? There are so many lessons we can learn from kids not the least of which is enjoy the adventure your on and measure success by the process and not by the reward. James and I understand this, Mom….well she still gives me a hard time. As we say all the time, take your kids fishing, catch or not, there will be a memory, if you want there to be.

The best laid plans

7/3/2019 - The Best Laid Plans

All day at work I watched the anemometer on the building next door. It barley moved. Between that and the tide setting up on the south shore, it looked like a great opportunity to play with my light rod on the south shore.

However, there was a problem. With Great Point closed to traffic and the 4th of July Holiday, those beached would potentially be filled with people. I would have to wait.

After work I went home, had some dinner, and layered up (long sleeve T-shirt and a light fleece, coupled with a heavier hoodie slung into my tackle bag for when the sun went down.

I left the house at 7.30, and as I it the dirt road to the beach, I passed 4 vehicles headed home. It looked like the beach would be less crowded.

Once on the beach there were were a couple of groups there, but no one was in the water. I could fish where I wanted. I walked about 50-yards away from the beach-goers and seyt up. The water looked great. Flat calm, but with a visible tide moving right to left. Any fish on top should stand out.

15-20 minutes in, I see breaking fish far off the beach. It's well beyond my cast, but a good sign. About 10 casts later, I'm rewarded with a swirl behind my Deadly Dick (had it been rougher water, I would have never seen it). However that's it

As the sky goes from pink to dark purple, I'm stuck. Aside from that one swirl, I've seen nothing else, but the water looks fishy, and the air smells of bait. Do I stay or go?

I stay.

The sun is down and it's dark. Sand fleas are crawling up my legs, and as they get above my knees, I think I may have an answer to the boxers vs briefs question. It's time to go.


I haven't seen any sign of life (even a passing seal) since that one swirl, and something explodes on my paddle tail in the wash. I come back. Go tight. Drag screams.


Light line breaks. Should have been more aware of my drag setting.

I stay for another hour. Neither see or feel anything, and head home.

Fishing Miacomet June 28th 2018


- 7 foot light rod

- rigged as an ultralight

Location: Miacomet

Time: 7.30-9.30


Arrived at the beach with almost no wind. The water was glassy. As I walked to the water I saw a swirl on the outer bar and assumed it was bluefish.since it was still pretty bright and over an hour to dusk.

Put on a Deadly Dick and fished it for about a half-hour. Saw some nervous water and made a cast. Immediately had a strike, but the fish was so small, that I skipped it across the surface and could not set the hook. Had a number of other solid chases, but never came tight.

About a half hour before sunset, I switched over to an Albie Snack, to see if I could find a striper. I lost the distance where I was getting hits from bluefish to gain more time for the lure in the space just beyond the break where the bass usually are.

Lost half of my first Albie Snack 20 minutes later to a bluefish, but after replacing it, a few casts later had a massive hit right in the wash.

By that time the light was fading, and the day's work was taking its toll, A few more casts and a couple of hits followed, but I needed to go home