Port Mahon
After we got our boat,
fishing was on the agenda every weekend. Many times we went to Port Mahon which
was closer than Mispillion Light. It is east of Dover
The Port Mahon Road Delaware
Bay and at the port itself you can see the remains of an old fish
factory and several dilapidated pilings that used to be piers for fishing and
oyster boats. The shoreline is strewn with rocks and shells of all kinds with
intermittent patches of sandy beach. If lonely is what you’re looking for, this
is the place.
Nothing as exciting as
getting lost in the fog happened at Port Mahon, but I do have some very
pleasant memories of fishing there. We never went out into the Bay as far
because the best fishing was closer to shore. After coming back in, I always
liked to explore the shoreline for rocks and shells and shore birds and snap a
few photos. There was an osprey nest on top of a large pole near the parking
area that drew my interest on several visits. A falling-down store and a
shucking house were near the old fish factory, and I had to explore those much
to Jim’s chagrin. Exploring old buildings was one of my things in my younger
days.
I recently read that the old
lighthouse, which looked ready to fall down in the 70’s when we were there, was
set afire in 1984 by some young kids up to no good. It completely burned except
for the sixteen rusted iron pilings. It was built in 1903 and had a keeper of
the light until 1939 when it was automated. It remained active until 1955 when
the Coastguard transferred the light to a nearby skeletal tower. Once it was abandoned Mother Nature and
vandals began a long twenty-nine year goodbye. I never could find out if it was
actually built in the water or if the Bay encroached underneath later. I
suspect the latter. At least the pilings were a good idea either way. I’m sure
it shone the way to many an oyster dredge, but I do remember a couple boats
that were dead in the sticky salt marsh mud. That reminds me that the water was
usually very dark and churned, not the kind you’d want to swim in.
I do remember one
embarrassing moment that luckily went unnoticed by all but us because of the
desolation of the place. Jim had just lowered the boat off the trailer into the
water when to our surprise the Bay started coming inside the boat. Immediately
we knew what had happened and Jim quickly reloaded it back onto the trailer. The water drained out of the stern through
that little hole below the motor, the transom drain hole you’re supposed to put
the plug back into after washing out the deck from the previous fishing trip.
It only took one time to never forget again.
We caught many different
kinds of fish at Port Mahon, but I think the most abundant were sand sharks.
Some people said they were good to eat. Except for one time, we never kept any
to try. They weren’t aggressive as you would expect sharks to be, but they had
fierce-looking teeth that intertwined through each other. The one we kept went
to our next door neighbor who was a master fish chef and often cooked our
catch. He made a fish gumbo with the shark but I couldn’t get past the smell to
manage a taste. I never liked any kind of fish stew so I was likely prejudiced
to begin with. Everyone else said they enjoyed it.
As I write this I Google
“Port Mahon” and find that the road today is almost impassable during high tide
because of the rise of the Bay. Some new boat launching docks have been
installed and there is a thirty-five car parking lot, but fisherman must pay
close attention to the tidal charts for a safe return and exit. Much of the
road traffic is from Dover Air Force Base trucks off-loading jet fuel from Bay
tankers. That’s a picture I don’t care to remember. I’ll keep my memories of
fishing trips, shell picking, and the old Port Mahon Lighthouse imagining its
guiding beam to incoming ships of the past.
