Originally published in The Fisherman Magazine, NE Edition: Issue #4, January 27, 2011 By John P. Lee I needed help. I wanted to catch a Rhode Island native brook trout. It’d been years since I targeted them. I understand that January is not the ideal month, and …
stories
In the Wheelhouse.
This is not really a blog entry: it takes about ten minutes to read. I wrote this piece of non-fiction months ago. If you got the time please give it a read. Thanks. What is it about finding a sick bird that will get people to go and find a cardboard box in the …
Sea Herring, a fiction
In the winter, when the sea herring arrive, a boat’s rail is always cold. If you put your bare hands on it while staring at a distant headland, the rail may grab a piece of skin and rip it off. The view is never worth the pain of attachment. I pick at a herring …
blue glass and pilot whales
The bluest water I’d ever seen. I stood at the boat’s rail looking down. The sunlight hit the surface and drove rays of light downward—all that energy, who knows how much candlelight power, the sheer wattage boggles the mind-- toward the ocean’s bottom, a mile below …
