The fall bite is officially here. With “Albie fever” showing up along the Southern New England coast, it’s hard to ignore one’s passion for fishing. I live with a few crazed fisherpeople, who can’t see or think straight with every fishing story passed along. Where is the bite? What are they eating? What time of day? What tide? By boat or from shore? And that’s just the mania of the saltwater fisherman.
Brent, like many of the crazed freshie fisherpeople, don’t rely on a seasonal bite along the salty coast as the freshwater seems to offer a longer season. Brent is a pro who admits the travel to the venues is the hardest part of his pro-fisherman job. But I can think of a long list of fisher friends who would gladly drive days and miles trailering the fishing boat to find the bite. Brent, as a family guy, might be getting tired of the travel, but as is the secret with most working parents, getting the family behind you makes the challenge and the time apart more bearable. And before he knows it his son will be begging to come along, to be his boat driver or his hook baiter… to just be with dad. Lucky Brent. Poor fishies.