Doing my best to live a micromini version of the life of JT, I took my family north to escape the heat that has plagued the Carolina's this summer. My boy was stoaked to get a chance to do some line wetting while we were up there. I gathered some intel on some smallish giant bft's near the coast so me and alex figured we'd try something really stupid. We borrowed a 1977 Whaler and headed out of the Saco River is search of the ellusive BFT.
We search around Wood Island for some mackeral, but none were around that we could find.
So we pushed offshore, not very far, to see what we could find. DAD, DAD, What's that? I think we've found them son, now see if you can jig up some bait.
Will these do?
Why not, their tails are moving. We set a 2 line spread a said a prayer to the tuna gods.
Not a half hour later, POP, ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzgggggg
alex grabbed the rod and wouldn't give it up. I got it dad, could you see if you can fit your harness on me please. I quickly got the harness around him. It was a little big on him, but he wanted to fight this fish. I cleared the other line, got the motors started as the fish pulled the boy around the back of the boat. For about 40 minutes he would gain a little, loose a little; an epic battle between an 11 year old and one angry fish. It was a classic giant tuna fight. Circles, back and forth, head shakes, but it was the swimming back at the boat that finally freed the fish. He had likely worked a hole in his jaw with the violent head shakes and slack line was just what he needed for his get away. I told him it was my fault for not moving the boat fast enough for keeping tension on the line, but that we would have had to release it anyway because the boat didn't have the required permits to land and sell bft's. And even though we didn't come home with a fish it was a stellar fishing trip in my book.
With that under our belt we headed north to see if we could find some freshwater species on Highland lake up in Brigeton, ME. The action was awesome, not big fish, but alot of them and quite the variety.
Then it was time for some watersports. First was some blueberry picking with his sister on the kayak, then some wakeboarding and old school sking. The boy made wakeboarding look so easy, I'd give it a try. Toeside, yikes.
and it wouldn't be Maine without
Would love to hook up with you someday and put alex on some of those pig yfts in PV or Panama, but for now I'd have to say that it doesn't get much better than this.
Now back to my regularly scheduled life of work ,more work, and wishing I had JT's life.


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