1993 October - Hatteras Point, North Carolina

Esther fishing at Hatteras Point

Hatteras Point

Frank had read about the legendary Harreras Point in North Carolina.  This is where the gulf stream current meets the current from the north. The sea is really turbulent and great for fishing. So we had to go there to fish.  Most people that fish there have a 4-wheel drive vehicle and simply drive down the long stretch of beach. All we had was a rental car, so we had to walk carrying all of our fishing gear.  The beach was lined with SUVs and trucks all the way down the beach.  We could see people catching some bluefish every now and then but overall it seemed pretty slow. We walked all the way to the point and fished for hours but did not catch anything.  Now we had to make the long journey back to our car. Frank walked ahead of me and we tried to walk close to the water where the sand is packed and easy to walk in.  The problem we ran into was that every few feet we encountered a fishing line from a pole that was planted in the sand.  Frank decided to yell a warning to me  so I wouldn't walk into one.  After awhile, we were exhausted and Frank decided it was too hard to keep turning around to give me the warning.  So at one point, as he looked straight ahead he yelled to me "Watch the line!".  A  fisherman who was sitting on the tailgate of his truck thought Frank was yelling at him and he jumped up and held his fishing pole high up in the air so both Frank and I could walk under the line! We still laugh about this to this day.

1993 February - Florida Red Snapper

Frank with a red snapper

During our annual trip to Florida, we went out on a fishing charter again.  This time Frank caught a red snapper.  We had them fillet the fish and we brought it home and Frank's mom cooked it.  It was really good!

1992 July - Frank and George

Frank and George

My brother George joined us camping and fishing this weekend.  When the fishing is good, it is so hard to come in off the water.  Here is Frank and George coming in as the sun was setting over the water.

1992 May 30th - Maine

Frank with a largemouth bass

Esther with a pickerel

Another spring and another great weekend fishing in Maine.  We used to love going out on Memorial Day weekend.  Most of the time we never saw another boat.  We had this whole pond surrounded by beautiful woods all to ourselves.

1992 Jan - Ice Fishing on Echo Lake

Frank and I sitting on our ice fishing sled with wind screen.

George and I

We decided to go ice fishing in Fayette Maine with my brother George.  It was an extremely cold day. What we didn't know - was that the Maine weather stations were telling ice fishermen not to go out that day! Needless to say we didn't hear the weather report and drove 3-1/2 hrs up to Maine.  It was only 8 degrees with high winds. We didn't catch anything, it was even too cold for the fish to come out.  George and I did have some fun eating hot dogs and having a c-o-l-d beer, but Frank was too frozen to partake in the fun.

1991 June - Largemouth Bass

Esther with a nice Largemouth bass

Fishing is always good in Maine and this day was no exception with this largemouth bass I caught.

1991 April - Frank's Trophy Trout

Frank with his 24", 4-1/2 lb Brook Trout

There is a very deep pond (100'+ deep) in Maine that is surrounded by conservation land.  We have deeded access to this pond with the land we purchased in Maine.  It's not easy to get to the pond; you have to walk a good distance through the woods.  So it took a lot of effort for us to carry our gear in and wheel our 17' canoe in as well. Although it was April  it was quite cold, and there was still some ice around the edges of the pond, but it was peaceful in there.  There was only one other person fly-fishing from a canoe on the pond that day.  Frank was using a cicada lure which is very heavy so he could get down deep into the pond.  I felt bad because everytime Frank cast, it made a big splash and the fly-fisherman kept looking over at us as though we were disturbing him. But the lure paid off for Frank.  He cast out and at first he thought he was stuck on something way down deep because he couldn't reel it in.  Then he realized it was a fish! We couldn't believe it when he landed it and we got a look at this trout.  It was that day that we decided we had to keep track of who catches the biggest fish of each type.  So the record stands even today, 20 years later, Frank has the record for the largest trout!

1990 Sept - Whitehall Reservoir

Frank, Paul and Priscilla

We went fishing at Whitehall Reservoir in Hopkington, Ma with our friends, Priscilla and Paul.  I don't remember what we caught, but we had a good time out in their bass boat!

1990 June 23 - Maine

My brother George with a largemouth bass

In June, my brother George joined us for a weekend.  We had a great time fishing and camping.

1990 May 5 - Maine

Frank with a pickerel

The Lady of the Lake with a smallmouth

Early spring finds us fishing our favorite pond in Maine.  Here Frank shows off one of the large pickerel we so often catch, while I am showing off my smallie and my hat!

1990 April 22 - Wachusett Reservoir

Frank's 3 lb 12 oz Smallmouth

My brother George took Frank and I to his favorite place to fish, Wachusett Reservoir.  George would go there every week to catch lake trout or salmon.  To catch them you throw out your line with a bobber and wait for a trout to come by.  Not a very exciting way to fish.  So Frank was bored and decided to cast a line in and try to catch something with a spinner.  He kept working the shore while George and I sat there and watched him.  George looked at me and said "Persistent isn't he"  I laughed and agreed as Frank worked his way out of our sight.  A little time passed and then we saw Frank walking back carrying a big fish - a 3 lb 5 oz smallmouth!  He let it go and went back to his fishing.   A few minutes later, he came back with an even bigger one - 3 lb 12 oz!  At this point, George and I picked up our rods and tried casting from shore too, but we didn't have the luck (or persistence) that Frank did that day.