A Winner

Today was supposed to be very warm, but it never measured up.  It was shorts and a tee shirt weather, however, and that was a pleasant surprise for late September.

As The Captain and I had breakfast at Morning Glory, overlooking Gloucester Harbor, the fog and breeze from the south dictated a trip to the north with our group of Emily Cox, Teresa Herd, Laurent Dubois and Dianne Kelleher.  Everyone wanted to hunt lobster, so Peter agreed to coach Emily and Teresa, while Laurent and Pat went on their own.  The Captain and I were videoing anything that looked interesting, so we didn’t care very much where we went as long as the conditions were surge-less with good visibility.

I chose Fisherman’s Canyon for the first stop with the hope that the vast areas of open, naked rocks would prove good for hunting.  Well, the kelp has taken over that open expanse of rock.  I anchored in 20 feet of water over what had been beautiful, pink, coraline algae-covered, boulders and cliffs.  Dianne and the others confirmed that the contours were still wonderful, but everything was kelp-ed.  The lobsters won.

Laurent said it was 50 degrees at 55 feet – he swam straight east from our anchorage, but never surfaced out there.  Pete said it was 55 degrees at 20 feet with visibility in the 10 foot range. 

I saw that Straitsmouth Island looked good for our second site, so we traveled across Sandy Bay to the little cove on the north side of the island.  Again, I anchored in 20 feet of water.  Here the visibility was gorgeous in the shallow cove – about 20 feet or more in 15 feet of water.  As you swam deeper, it got poorer until it was about 10 feet in 30 feet of water.  The temperature was 55 degrees again.

Teresa and Emily saw a large sea raven, we think.  “A big head, tapering down to a narrow body, with growths and dark reddish” sounds like a sea raven description to me.

I saw a three inch long fish with alternating bands around its body of black and white and with a bright yellow head.  Haven’t got a clue what it could have been.  I also saw six too-large lobsters in dens as shallow as 10 feet.  Pete and his team caught them all and, according to him, so did Pat and Laurent. 

The tide was falling and, as we left, the edge of the Irish Moss zone was coming in to view.  It looked golden in the low angled sun all along the edge of where the ocean met the rocks of the island.  No waves, no swells, and no passing boat traffic disturbed the pattern of shimmering yellow at the ocean’s margin. 

What a winner of a day!

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