Thursday, August 6, 2009

The skunk man returneth!

All we caught was a squirrel and he ate ALL the peanut butter bait. So, amazing Ted the skunk trapper returned this evening, reset the trap and PROMISED that tonight we would capture King Kong. We'll see...

I spent nearly all morning today on the pier at Eastport. The sun was glorious and the mackerel were running and I interviewed the greatest group of guys. I thought I was going to do a story on mackerel fishing but I found a group of buddies - all retired - that spend every day together on the pier. They were so funny and they let me reel in a mackerel and they called me "sweetheart." The story ended up being about friendship. I had a great time!

I didn't see any whales or porpoises, though. But I did see lobster boats, starfish, crabs, a sculpin (the world's most ugly fish, sort of looks like a very fat eel with a fish head), two gorgeous young Coast Guard men, and lots of mackerel.

I found a great chowder house right on Cobscook Bay, down where you can almost see Old Sow, North America's largest whirlpool, and you can watch the ferry go back and forth to Indian Island.

They had wi-fi and I was able to send my pictures and then write and send my story all while enjoying the view and eating a great spinach salad...
two more afternoon meetings and I got home just in time to hug Kiley who smelled like heaven, right from her bath.

holy mackerel, what a life....

4 comments:

Becky said...

I'm telling ya, you live a most interesting life up yonder in Maine. Love all the stories you have to tell each day!

Gladys said...

Don't cha just love those types of days?

Fearless Nester said...

Sounds like you are truly settling in well and already making some cherished future memories for yourself! Also, when I visit Eastport, there's just such a great energy vibe going on there...hope I can find your article in the paper about those friends!

Audrey at Barking Mad! said...

I have to say this...Maine has some of the HOTTEST Coasties I have ever seen. Absolutely smokin'!

Sounds like the perfect kind of summer day for a Maine writer.