If you’re from Maine then you probably do not eat a lot of Yellow Perch. This is because Maine has a cousin of the yellow perch named somewhat ironically the white perch. This species of perch (white) is deemed far better table fair by most people in the state. While I do enjoy white perch, … Continue reading Perch Tacos
The line wrapped around the sonar unit and bit in, the euphoric feeling I had moments ago vanished and in crept a new emotion, despair. Meanwhile the fish kept pulling line from my reel, the pings that line made under pressure will be forever ingrained in my memory. Today I awoke to the sun which … Continue reading Laker Love
I tell a fishermans tale about one of the only fishing experiences I had in the military.
This blog talks about the term icing, pickerel behavior during the winter, and a simple way to prepare an underappreciated fish.
After getting skunked twice I decided it was time for some tried and true kayak bass fishing on the Spectacle Ponds
One of the things I can vividly remember from my experiences over seas are the sunsets and sunrises. The irony of beauty in war or something like that.
My quest for beauty is fulfilled and my sense of wonder renewed with an at the buzzer river born brown trout.
If you have come under the impression that I am a trout expert, I apologize for misleading you. The name thecrustytrout came about because I have been lured by the mystique of trout since childhood, and am just now fulfilling my dream of angling for them. I just wrote a blog post about my first … Continue reading Lessons Learned
Ah, fall a magical time in Maine where your work commute begins to look like a picturesque landscape painting and more importantly the temperature starts dropping. Its this time of year where it seems like every other person is talking about the upcoming deer season. I am not one of those people. No, instead of … Continue reading My First Rainbow
In the beginning of February 2017 thepricklyperch (Wife) and I traveled down to Jacksonville Florida to see my brother. Since it was winter in my home state Maine, (think frozen wasteland), and I was unable to lug anything onto the ice due to my recent back surgery, I was eager to try my luck on … Continue reading Fishing To The Beat of a Different Drum