Bugs and Bass 2012 is Over.
Bartering, a New England Tradition
Hunting is a privilege. Shell fishing is my hobby. When you combine both you make landowners happy.
Today finished my traditional visits to property owners who let me have use of their land. Since clamming season started there have been four stops to share Great Bay bounties.
These lands are open to all sportsman. The gifts allow for greater access. One fair lady shows me where she see the deer on her property.
Another will save me the best goose field on the farm with just a phone call.
On my last visit today someone answered my knock I didn't know. I asked for the homeowner but they were away. When I mentioned my name and told her about the lobsters she said "You were here last year. You hunt."
I left the farm with an empty cooler and a pumpkin for my wife.
And this guy? He is my Great Bay mentor and my favorite autumn visit.
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Buffered by a steady north wind, in two trips I had all the lobster traps back to the dock.
Just as previously mentioned at the onset of the season lugging traps reminds me of putting up firewood.
You touch it many times before you get heat.
This ramp leads me to many adventures. I paused to reflect.
What started in June as a bright green background has faded to brown in the changing of the seasons.
The traps will now hibernate until the river herring and cow striped bass come calling next spring and signal the Great Bay's awakening.
I thank the Almighty for watching out for me and making my season safe and bountiful. It is time to hunt. Amen!
Thanks for coming along.