The relaxing pastime of quiet fishing at Quinebaug Pond
By Denise Coffey - Staff Writer
Killingly - posted Tue., Jul. 5, 2011
Quinebaug Pond in Killingly was quiet on the morning of Sunday, July 3. Rain threatened, but a few anglers still came to the popular spot. Those who did had flat-bottom boats, canoes and fishing reels. Mike Racicot was one of them. He sat in the back of his 17-foot square-back canoe while his wife, Cheryl, went to get the van. They had been fishing for more than two hours, but he did not want to leave. He could barely tear himself from the canoe.
Racicot’s refrigeration business has kept him hopping ever since he started it a year and a half ago. This was the first time he had been able to fish in that time. “I thought the fish would bite with the weather,” he said. But he had nothing to show for his efforts, save for a relaxed mood.
“You can't beat this,” said his wife, Cheryl. “Life doesn't get any better than this. If you could bottle it and sell it, you'd be a millionaire.”
The 87-acre pond has been known to reward anglers with smallmouth and largemouth bass, pickerel and trout. Brian Weaver had been out for more than three hours that morning and had only a little perch to report. “It was about 5 inches,” he said. “I threw it back in the water.”
The sport is a relaxing one for Weaver, who has been fishing for about 40 years. He covered a major portion of the pond, paddling his flat-bottom boat three-quarters of the way out and letting himself drift back with the wind. When he got close to the bank, he would paddle out again.
“I do better at night,” he said, “close to the bank.”
Brady Farland and Mike Comeau arrived with a canoe in the back of a pickup truck. They were hoping the weather would help them catch some trout or bass.
“There's a lot of strategy involved in fishing,” said Farland. Success or failure can depend on the color, depth and temperature of the water, the weather, and the bait you use, he said.
Comeau held up a spinner. “It'll mimic a school of minnows,” he said. He was hoping to catch some trout. Farland said his wish list included a trophy-size bass, but he knew his chances were slim.
“As long as it's not pumpkinseed,” he said, and the two men pushed off into deeper water, always looking to reeling in the big one.