Above you see “Dear Abbie:” in below-freezing temperatures on the day after Christmas. She’s in deep shadows cast by Harbor Island and has just come in after a scalloping sortie. Her crewman is about to hang over what may be an icy bow and hook her mooring line. Winter fishing is not for the feint of heart or the cold-averse.
As usual, “Dear Abbie:” unhesitatingly hooked up in one approach, which is not nearly as easy as it looks:
(Images taken on December 26, 2024.)