I made a trip over to my friend Chas Gill’s farm in Bowdoinham today, and we went out on the Abbagadassett River “The Abby” for smelts. These relatively early ones still have the colors of the sea, and are really the finest of the season. Man was I ready for them! Here are a few of my prizes before being cleaned and rolled in cornmeal.
Fishing was a bit slow with a lot of fine grass getting on our baits, probably from the recent rains. Still we got a enough for a couple of good meals.
The trip through the fields of Chas’s working farm, down to the river from his house, is accomplished by him kneeling on his snowmobile and towing a sled full of gear and firewood. His aging guest – me – was standing and holding for dear life onto a couple of handles on the far back.
This section of the river – for that matter most of shoreline of the Abby – probably looks like it did when the first white face ever gazed upon it. Even now the only house in sight is the 19th century farmhouse visible ahead in the distance in the picture below. It is positioned beautifully to look across the stretch where we fished, or down the river 90 degrees to the little bridge where the Abby enters Merrymeeting Bay. God’s country for sure!