Posted on April 17 2006
“‘Chowder for breakfast, and chowder for dinner, and chowder for supper,’ wrote Melville, ’till you began to look for fish-bones coming through your clothes.'” James Babb and fly fishing friends are dragged out of bed to experience what may be the death throes of a famous pastime: codfishing off of Maine’s coast. In Gray’s Sporting Journal.