Gettin' real close...and still lots to do. We started off the day heading down to our new house in Cape May. We bought stuff the movers won't be taking and dropped off Theresa's car. It's not officially ours yet as the closing will be after we close on the sale of our home in Titusville next week.
And then we drove back up to Lawrenceville to the Lenox Law Firm where we signed the closing papers our attorney Bob Casey and his paralegal Stella had prepared for us. Interestingly our neighbor Lynn, who grew up in our house, has a history with that firm as her late-husband was a partner and she herself worked there with him.
So at one point as Theresa and I sat there sweating at what we were signing Bob said, "I heard you're a fisherman", and he added that he was as well, a fly fishermen. Through the process of selling the house we talked and been back and forth a bunch of times never knowing we both love fly fishing. So then I let out a sigh of relief and the conversation became more about striped bass, the Delaware River and the Jersey Shore, and for him, travel trips to overseas destinations.
As Stella fed us papers to sign Bob motioned for me to follow him. Above is a shot of an Atlantic salmon that he caught on a recent trip to Iceland. But what got my attention was the photo of him with a nice redfish caught while on his annual trip to Louisiana. When I catch up with Captain Joe "Mazman" Mustari, who runs charters around the Raritan Baybass, blues, and albies, he always talks about how good the redfishing is down in The Bayou State. He too makes annual trips down there for that bull red bite. I can't wait to one day learn and fish the waters down in the Lowcountry for redfish.
Ironically he spends a good part of the summer down in Cape May so we exchanged numbers and hope to meet up in the next few weeks down there after we settle in. Last week he caught a schoolie bass and a fluke so there's fish to be had, probably at first light before the beaches fill up with people. I remember those summer days in Monmouth County, before Sandy and beach
nourishment, where you could always pop-up a resident bass at first light or get them to eat a mole crab fly on the lip. Sadly, those days have passed.
So the docs for closing are all signed on our part now we have to finish packing and finishing up some projects around the house. The. movers come Monday. The kids (the buyers) are coming in the afternoon to get a tour on the house, and then it's the closing on Thursday. And then we're off to Cape May.
Soon this blog will return to being all about fly fishing once again.