Showing posts with label Maine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maine. Show all posts

Monday, June 11, 2012

Tomorrow, June 12, is the anniversary of the first naval battle of the Revolutionary War


It happened on June 12, 1775 in the bay at Machias, Maine.  Ichabod Jones was a trader that brought lumber from Maine and returned his ships with their holds filled with supplies and commercial goods.  The lumber that was supposed  to come down from Machias was needed by British General Thomas Gage to build barracks for his troops, which had been increasing in number ever since the insurrections in Lexington and Concord.  Ordinarily, Jones would have just sailed up as soon as the spring replenishments were tucked in the holds of his ships, the Unity and the Polly.  However, recently enacted Boston Port Act of 1774 required the blessing of Admiral Samuel Graves before any vessels could leave the harbor.  Knowing that Gage needed the lumber, and spooked by the April clashes of Lexington and Concord, Graves ordered the British naval sloop Margaretta to "protect" the two commercial ships, though I suspect "protect" may have been defined as making sure they came back with the lumber.  Of course, when poor Jones showed up in the harbor with a British war ship, the good people of Machias figured him for a loyalist.  Jones protested that having the ship tag along was the only way that he could get permission to bring his ships, and the town's supplies, up to the people of Machias.  They had a big meeting at the Burnham Tavern and eventually (one wonders how many pints were consumed in the the decision making) allowed the loading of the lumber to proceed.  Jones overplayed his hand, however.  He said he would only give the provisions he carried to those who pledged their support for him.  Local malcontents/patriots took exception and hatched a plot to capture Jones and the British officers when they came to town for church.  It failed.  Jones made it to the woods and the British officers made it back to the Margaretta.  Nonetheless, the fight was on.  The local boys commandeered the Unity and took off after the British sloop which was having difficulties in  Machias Bay.  Machias bay is very close to the largest tides in the world, and I have a suspicion borne of hard earned personal knowledge from sailing those waters, that  the poor captain of the Margaretta was sailing against the tide.  Either way, aided by a ship called the Falmouth Packet, the colonialists shot the British captain in the chest and forced the sloop to surrender.  The Brits exacted a terrible revenge by burning all of the ships in Falmouth (now Portland, Maine) harbor.  Maybe they decided they had had enough of the twenty foot tides up north, so they opted for a more target rich environment a couple hundred miles to the south.  The Committee of Public Safety in Massachusetts gave the Unity to the Maine revolutionaries and it was renamed the Machias Liberty.  History is unclear about the fate of the Margaretta, but during one of those incredible moon tides, the bare remnant bones of an old ship can still be seen at the bottom of Sawyer's Cove, down the coast in Jonesport, where local lore has it the the burning Margaretta came to her final rest.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Fishing is better in Maine--just look at the perch these guys caught


OK, I lied.  It is actually an Atlantic halibut.  A 257 pound, 7'4" long halibut.  Josh Lawson caught it off shore not too far from my Maine place.  Not bad Josh.  'Course, if it'd been on my line, I would have thrown it back. I only keep the big ones.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Lobster

Growing up in Maine, I have seen (and eaten) my share of lobster.  I have seen (but for the record not eaten) blue lobster and orange lobster.  I even saw one once that was half red and half blue, split right down the middle.  However, I have never seen a calico lobster before.  Until now that is.  I am told that the blue and orange lobster occur at the rate of about 1,000,000 to 1.  A calico lobster occurs at about 30,000,000 to 1.  Wonder how they taste . . .

This photo provided by the New England Aquarium in Boston on Wednesday, May 9, 2012, shows a rare calico lobster that could be 1 in 30 million, according to experts. It was caught off Winterport and is being held at the New England Aquarium for the Biomes Marine Biology Center, a science center in Rhode Island.

Monday, May 7, 2012

Eaglets

By the way, as you may remember, I posted a while back about a webcam on an eagle's nest on the Maine coast.  Well, they mated, laid eggs and the eaglets have now hatched:



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Monday, April 2, 2012

100 years ago


A tradition was born.  Just below the (recently totally dismantled) hydro electric damn on the Penobscot River in Bangor, Maine is a wide stretch where the water slows a bit and curls towards the bank.  As a kid growing up not too far from there, we all knew that the first salmon caught at the 'salmon pool' went to the Whitehouse for the President to enjoy.  Above is a picture of Herbert Hoover holding the first salmon from the Penobscot in 1931.  I never really thought about the origins of the tradition when I was young.  It turns out that the tradition actually started as a bit of an homage to William Howard Taft in 1912.  The fish was sent by one Karl Anderson.  Mr. Anderson, a house painter, was a member of the Penobscot Salmon Club.  He left his house before dawn on April 1, 1912 so he could be on the water at first light.  The angler rowed a pea pod boat that he had made himself from wood and canvas just like the boats he remembered a child in Norway out from the banks where other anglers were already casting into the flowing spring melt waters that still had ice chunks drifting by.  On that first day of the season in 1912, Karl Anderson was the only successful salmon fisherman--and he got two.  One beauty, a sixteen pounder, he fought for an hour before he landed it with his bamboo rod.  He sold that one to Campbell Clark, President of the Clark Thread Company in Newark, New  Jersey, who routinely paid the top dollar for the first salmon of the season landed in Bangor.  The other fish was an 11 pounder.  All of the Bangor delegates to the Republican State Convention had just cast their votes in favor of reelecting President Taft.  So Mr. Anderson thought it would be a great way to "show the city's honor and respect for the President" to send along the fish to the Whitehouse.  He took it to Oskar Fickett's fish market, packed it in straw and ice, and sent it off at Union Station to Washington, D.C.  And thus was born the tradition that I suspect was more about providing a testament to Bangor as a premier destination for salmon fisherman than it really was about paying respect to the highest office in the land.

Friday, March 30, 2012

Baby eaglet acomin'

Thanks to the foresight of my parents who started buying abutting pieces of land on the Maine coast more than 40 years ago.  I am blessed with having a piece of heaven on earth where I can retreat to so I can escape these southerners that I work with in Boston (it is southern New England, after all).  I am sure Borepatch will back me up on this that it is beautiful beyond words in so many ways.  One of the high lights, though, is watching the bald eagles that nest across the way.  They will circle high above the bay, effortlessly and for hours, until they flap hard and drive with incredible velocity, seemingly going to crash into the icy Maine waters, only to splash, beat hard on their seven foot wingspan and rise up with a two foot salmon clutched in the deathgrip of their powerful talons.  It is a sight to see.  So I am pleased to announce the impending arrival of a little eaglet to our Hhumble little corner of paradise.  They have laid one egg and are acting like another may be in the offing.  The Biodiversity Research Institute has had a webcam on the nest for a number of years, so you can watch along with the expectant parents who are patiently incubating for the next month or so.




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Thursday, February 23, 2012

I have mentioned my ties to the Great State of Maine in the past

It truly is a wonderful place.  And I have yet more evidence.  Check out the latest arcade game from the Maine Lobster Company.