Taking stock of a Downeast river | Island Institute

By Jon Keller

Five degrees above zero and the wind peels northwest. Sky and river both black dark. Headlights shine in the small parking lot. The wind howls, rocks the truck. Out there in the headlight shine lies a slick mud bank and a river of churning brown water.

Bobby Beal’s at the wheel. He’s a local clam digger and lobster fisherman and tuna fisherman; a hunter and trapper and taxidermist and registered Maine guide. If there’s an animal that needs to be tracked, caught, trained, tamed, saved, or killed, Bobby is the man to do it. 

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