I do not know the name of this little fellow. All I know is that once Steve took the rod from my hands and began jiggling the line, this creature clamped on tight. Steve hauled him up long enough for me to snap a picture and then he was released back into the bay.
This lovely trio stared me down as I walked toward them. I think they quickly realized I knew very little about fishing and so they patiently waited for the lobster boats to return to dock.
Can you see the bright eyes of this seal? I was scanning the waves for a whale so I nearly missed this svelte form bobbing up and down in the waves. I heard tell of a green snake in the woods and saw deer hoof prints in the mud but few other animals did I see this past weekend, up north, except for this butterfly feeding on minerals in the soil.
You can see more images from a weekend journey to Grand Manan here, and learn more about this beautiful island here. A very short trip from where I live — a drive and then ferry ride — but somehow it was a world away.