08/15/2026
Some families ride mountain bikes. This one rode bikes in Cumberland all week, then decided to trade the dirt for saltwater — and I'm glad they did.
Jason, Sarah, and their two girls, Rivers and Summit, came aboard the Boston Whaler Conquest for an evening half day. Flat calm water, 16°C, clear sky, and that low golden light that makes the Passage glow. We ran Tomic plugs down at 200 feet off the green can and worked the tide as it built toward the evening high. When the slack came at 7:29, the bite firmed right up.
Three Chinook in the box, three released, all chrome bright and up to 16 lbs. But the real story was the kids. As Sarah put it: "The girls loved playing with the atomic plugs and all the different colors." They picked every color that went in the water — and the fish agreed with their choices.
Both Jason and Sarah are PE teachers, so they know a good day of activity when they see one. This was it.
Who else has a fishing memory that started on the mountain bike trails?