I have been looking forward to this week for the past six months, flyfishing for Striped Bass in the waters off Cape Cod, Massachusetts. Cape Cod was formed as the recessional moraine of a glacier, resulting in a peninsula off the coast of Massachusetts and is one of the biggest barrier islands in the world. Once supporting a thriving whaling and merchant shipping industry, it is now a haven of second family homes as well as a sport fishing paradise.
So, I drove down from northern Vermont where I was facilitating a strategy retreat for a client, picked up a friend at the Boston airport and met up with the rest of our party, my brother Don and a friend from California, at a house we rented for the week. And guess what? Rain, rain, storm, storm, wind, wind and more wind. Definitely not the “summer fishing weather” I was prepared for. In fact, we all brought mostly warm weather clothes, since for the past several weeks the weather was in the 80’s F. But, being experienced fishermen, we also packed some foul weather gear, just in case!
So, we have yet to get out into the ocean to find the huge schools of Striped Bass and Bluefish I have heard so much about, spending most of our time hugging the coast and in protected bays, hiding from the 40mph wind gusts.
One of the interesting sights we came across was a group of men dredging for cherrystone clams. They use a wire net at the end of a long pole and while standing in a boat they rock the pole back and forth, etching it deeper into the mud and sand and scooping up the clams. As we drove our boat past, one of the men waved and said, “Hell of a way to make a living!” Maybe, but a great way to live a hearty life!
So, stay tuned for more from Cape Cod. They say the weather is improving, which means . . . .
Fisherman’s Prayer. Lord help me to catch a fish so large that even in the telling of it I never need to lie.
Tight Lines . . .
John R Childress