Mothers Day is our annual trip to the fish ladder in Damariscotta Mills to see the alewife run. For those of you that do not know alewives are a river herring that return to many of our local rivers to spawn each spring. They are about a foot long and silvery. It has been a Mother’s day tradition for us since the boys were born that includes a late lunch out, usually in Damariscotta.
So far August has been a very busy month, I enjoy spending time with clients in the Maine Outdoors and hearing their comments. Lately though some really stand out.
Tuesday morning we were right in the middle of a hot and humid spell. I left the house at 5 AM to meet my clients for some striper fishing. I got to the end of the Beote Road and could tell something was not right. Looking in the rear view mirror delivered the bad news. Flat tire on the boat trailer.
Sometime during Thursday night Argy woke me and we were right in the middle of a tremendous thunderstorm. The lighting was frequent and vivid; it must have been raining hard but that did not register at that moment. I got up at 4 the next morning and looked down the driveway at our road. It was dark and foggy but I thought I could see something, a mound of dirt maybe? I figured that leaves or loose hay had blown into the road in the storm. Wrong.
