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Showing posts with label Maine lobster festival. Show all posts

Aug 7, 2017

Maine Lobster Festival 2017 Interivews 1. Margot Kelley on "CAUGHT: Time Place Fish" by Glenn Libby and Antonia Small.

CAUGHT: Time Place Fish  by Glenn Libby and Antonia Small. Published by Wrackline Press  

Listen to a 21 minute interview of Margot Kelley,  an editor at Wrackline.

Recorded during the 2017 Maine lobster Festival by Ron Huber, of WRFR Community Radio

Aug 2, 2015

Maine Lobster Festival 2015: Penobscot Bay Watch was there!

Rockland. Huge crowds  daily filled the living heart of the Maine Lobster Festival - the Marine Experience Tent during the July 29 to August 2, 2015 event.

Penobscot Bay Watch had several duties at the Festival, being educators at the baylife touchtank  There, living wild residents of Rockport Harbor and Owls Head Harbor greeted curious humanity.


Cradled in careful hands, lobsters waggled antennas, scallops squirted, urchins prickled,  a horseshoe crab used its spiketail repeatedly in a sort of tumbling acrobatics, hermit crabs kept peeping from their borrowed periwinkle and whelk shells. Sponges bobbed about, like misshapen small potatoes, 

 Rockweed was a comfortably thick floating layer topping the touch tanks' surfaces, whence lobsters could get out of sight of the thousands of Marine tent visitors. 

Of course, only a few dozen yards away, lobster cookers were busily sending their cousins off to their next lives and preparing their bodies to feed the human masses filling the nearby food tent, 

"People who care about Maine's biggest bay." That's the motto of Penobscot Bay Watch and that's who  joined me at PBWs table in the Marine Experience Tent over the five days of the 68th annual Maine Lobster Festival:

 Sandra Schramm, Sally Jones, Larry Litchfield, Debby Atwell, Sheila Dassatt.
There for the bay. Thank you!


How it went: thousands of festival goers drifted table to table throughout the marine tent. They passed both sides of our display table, many lingering over the eye catching maps, bay charts and aerial photo posters (thanks David!).  

Whereupon these Bay Friends held forth singly or en masse, telling of the the pollution past present and future of Penobscot Bay.and of What Needs Doing.

We  spoke of the 21st century threat of mega-dredging Searsport Harbor's mercurious substrates and dumping it at the head of the drowned river canyon that lies between Turtle Head & Northport. 

Releasing these spoils - the Corps of Engineers acknowledges ruefully - into killing mushroom mudclouds well beyond maintenance needs. 

On behalf of - what else? Big Oil. 

How Big Oil's top Maine lobbyist - doing a revolving door stint as Maine Commissioner of Environmental Protection - was skillfully ramrodding the project through.  

There were GAC Chemical's 19th and 20th century industrial wastes, staining and burning Stockton Harbor from on highOf our hopes that the company will finally dig out its worst wastes next to the abandoned sulfur pile. This year!
There were google earth posters showing the  airshed adjoining  a proposed gas gobbling power plant in Rockland Maine, and the proximity of the burner's exhaust stack to the city's little league field, elementary and middle schools.  To sprout gas feeder lines to stimulate sprawl along west Penobscot Bay's thickly forested lobster coast, between Rockland  and Belfast appears to be a long term goal of the would be suburbanizers and urbanizers. 

That such would slowly but irreparably degrade lobster habitat and water quality does not appear to merit their attention.  But it does  get our attention!

Around Sandra, Debby, Larry, Sally, Sheila  & I, the visitors swirled, closing up in ranks 4 and five deep nearby as they awaited their turn to meet the wild maine sea life that was holding court in the two elevated shallow salt pools at the southeast end of the tent.  

Or watching two Brooks trapmill men put lobster traps together.
A nautical knot-master at work. (He told me the secret of the Gordian Knot, but I'm forbidden to pass it on.) It was loud..I mean LOUD in the Marine Experience Tent! One had to shout, or at least project well, to be heard by the person next to you. 


Along with local nautically flavored authors and artists displaying their wares in the tent, I interviewed Sheila Dassatt, executive director of Down East Lobstermen's Association on how the Maine lobster industry fared under the legislature.  Her recorded voice may be only barely louder than  the crowd-roar filling the tent. We'll see

Again, thanks Sally, Sandra, Larry and Debby and Sheila for helping enlighten the People as to the challenges Maine's biggest bay has faced, is facing and will face.

Jul 31, 2009

Sears Island - Lobster festivalgoers scorn sellouts

A great time today at the Maine Lobster Festival. I get there around noon, check in at the volunteers office, then head down to the marine life tent.

Sally Jones and family are already there, enthusiastically working the passers-by at the Sears Island table.

I make the rounds of the tent's occupants, greeting old friends, knocking on the giant bluefin tuna's noggin for good luck at the fish display, and record an interview with Muriel Curtis, director of Station Maine, which offers "boating opportunities at no cost to youth of all ages in the mid-coast Maine area" a splendid thing indeed in this time of virtuality.


Visitors to the Sears Island table are inquisitive. Nearly all are surprised to learn of Baldacci's foolish port plan for Sears Island, and are shocked to learn that Sierra Club and other moderate shallow ecologists support trashing half the island as long as they have dibs on the other half.

Time and again we explain the importance of the island and its estuary for the ecology of greater Penobscot Bay and those who enjoy it and/or make a livelihood in fisheries or tourism from the bay. It's a no-brainer! There is general scorn among all the visitors for team sellout and the
"silence is consent" types who would look the other way as Baldacci ravages the bay.