Posted on December 16 2016
Wicked historic, with good fishing
GLASS AND RUSTED METAL on the beach. The deafening sound of planes landing. And a steady striped-bass bite. The mussel beds and grungy shores of Boston Harbor may not be pristine, but they reliably produce fish—stripers, bluefish, carp, even the rare bluefin. When I tell people I fish here, they scoff, laugh, or plain don't believe me. And I can't even blame them, really, because the place is still pretty rough around the edges.