There’s no seafood fresher than the kind you pull straight from the Atlantic yourself. Welcome to the rugged coast of Maine, where the salt air fills your lungs and the sea delivers the day’s dinner.
We kicked off the adventure at sunrise, setting lobster traps from a working skiff, weaving through foggy inlets and buoys bobbing in rhythm with the tide. The haul? Pure gold—hard-shell Maine lobsters, claws snapping, fresh from the ocean floor.
But we weren’t done.
Next stop: deep water halibut fishing. Rods out, bait dropped, and patience tested as we drifted over cold, clear depths. When the hit came, it was strong and slow—a true heavyweight fight. After a back-and-forth battle, we brought in a massive Maine halibut, one of the most prized fish in these waters.
Back on shore, it was time to clean and cook. Lobsters went into a sea-salt boil over an open flame. The halibut was filleted right on the dock, seasoned simply, and pan-fried in cast iron. The result? Flaky, buttery fish and sweet, briny lobster, eaten with smoky hands and ocean views all around.
This wasn’t just fishing—it was connection. To the sea. To the food. To a way of life that’s simple, honest, and unforgettable.
