Friday, December 31, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
The full moon looked out on a chill winter scene.
A lone trout was sipping a midge in his brook,
Untroubled by worries of fishers with hooks.
Then from above a small sleigh did appear
Pulled by a brace of eight tiny reindeer.
It swerved of a sudden and down it did glide,
Settling its runners along the streamside.
The fat, jolly driver dove into his sled
And emerged with his three weight held high over head.
“Thank you my elves for this wand smooth as silk.
This break will be better than cookies and milk.”
So saying, he jumped from his sleigh with a chuckle,
Hiked up his boots and cinched up his belt buckle.
Santa meant business that cold winter’s eve.
A fish he would catch – that you’d better believe.
Looking upstream and down, he spotted that trout,
Then he open his flybox and took something out – “Size 32 midges are only for faddists
I’ll go with my favorite tan reindeer caddis.”
So he cast out his line with a magical ease
And his fly floated down just as light as you please.
And it drifted drag free down the trout’s feeding lane,
But the fish merely wiggled a fin of distain.
“Oh Adams, oh Cahill, oh Sulphur, oh Pupa,
Oh Hopper, oh Coachman, oh Olive Matuka!
I’ve seen every fly in the book and the box.
I’m old and I’m wary and sly as a fox.
To catch me you’ll need an unusual gift,
For a present this common no fin will I lift.”
Old Nick scratched his head for his time it grew short
The reindeer behind him did shuffle and snort.
He looked once again in his box for a fly
When a pattern compelling attracted his eye.
“The Rudolph!” he muttered and grinned ear to ear
“Far better to give than receive, so I hear.”
So he cast once again and his magic was true,
And the trout it looked up and knew not what to do.
“This fly has a body of bells don’t you know,
And if that’s not enough there’s a shining red nose!
I know it’s fraud and I know it’s a fake,
But I can’t help myself. It’s I gift I must take!”
So he rose in swirl and captured that thing,
Flew off down the stream. Santa’s reel it did sing.
“Ho!” shouted Santa, “You’re making my day.
If the heavens were water, you’d be pulling my sleigh.”
So, Santa prevailed and released his great rival
First taking great care to ensure its survival.
He then mounted his sled and he flew out of sight
Shouting, “Merry Caddis to trout and to all a good night!”
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
"With many persons, fishing is a mere recreation, a pleasant way of killing time. To the true angler, however, the sensation it produces is a deep unspoken joy, born of a longing for that which is quiet and peaceful, and fostered by an inbred love of communing with nature, as he walks through grassy meads, or listens to the music of a mountain torrent. This is why he loves occassionally — whatever may be his social propensity indoors — to shun the habitations and usual haunts of men, and wander alone by the stream, casting his flies over its bright waters: or in his lone canoe to skim the unrufflled surface of the inland lake, where no sound comes to his ear but the wild, flute-like cry of the loon, and where no human form is seen but his own, mirrored in the glassy water."
> Thaddeus Norris, American Angler’s Book, 1864.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
My lab Ray and I had a nice walk yesterday down the field to say hello to our neighbors..An inquisitive yet shy group and somewhat suspicious..we did our best to be friendly..well Raymond was a bit peeved at their stand-offish-ness and voiced his opinion. They reciprocated by grumbling and growling at him , strongly getting the point across that our visit was totally unnecessary, and even trying to get Ray to electrocute himself on the fence. Ray, having in a previous walk, touched his nose to it and had apparently learned his lesson, would have none of their exhortations. I fear that there will be no detente in our relationship..It could get ugly..
Friday, December 3, 2010
I've been a real slacker about my blog for the past two weeks..got stuck in neutral on the story about hunting with my Dad as I have so much stuff running thru my head that I got brain freezure (?)...gonna' put that one on the back burner until next fall..I've learned a lesson tho...gotta' have stuff "in the can" and ready to post for something like that...
Anyways..went fly fishing on the Georges River last weekend..No hits at all but I did manage to stumble around on the rocks and get achy knees from the cold water . Good thing I took a "wading staff", actually a snowshoe pole, with me to keep my upright....but it did help..I'll try a different spot this weekend if the weather co-operates... Maybe not...Rain/snow?
Saturday, November 20, 2010
So after a bit we decided to try our luck at more fishing and headed over to the mainland toward Lincolnville Beach and back up the coast to Belfast Harbor. We did hit a few fish off Northport with a spirited fishing contest ensuing between Deb and Mike. Mike hitting it large
Monday, November 15, 2010
The past week has been a tough one for me..my daughter had surgery (she's ok), we had to put down our 14 yr old lab (previously noted), I've been sick with a lousy cold and to top it all off..we had to "put up" our boat for the winter..all these things have gotten me down but it's a new week and time to move on.
So with that in mind..
This week I will be smiling about all the wonderful time we were able to spend with Dove, looking forward to Thanksgiving and major family time, continuing my hunting story, and planning our next season's fishing trips on West Grand Lake, Moosehead Lake, Lake St. George, Lake Megunticook, Penobscot Bay and River, Casco Bay, the Kennebec River and elsewhere..What, maybe 5 1/2 months till ice out? Not really so long if you don't think about it much..Of course I will..every day!
Saturday, November 13, 2010
"If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went." Will Rogers
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
AND..I am working on another "installment" to my hunting with Dad post..Lots of stuff going on right now and just haven't gotten to it but will very shortly..thanks!
Sunday, November 7, 2010
As I've mentioned in earlier posts that my Dad was an avid fly fisherman but he had a special love for deer hunting. I'm not sure why he held it so close to him. Maybe it went back to his childhood on the family farm in Monroe, maybe it was the time of year, maybe it was the comradery with his hunting buddies..Not sure, never asked..
So I'm putting together some thoughts, I actually have been doing so very sporadically for a few years now, on my impression of "it", the feel of "it", the lasting significance of "it", the it of "it". Why, at this time of year, every year, "it" takes hold of me so firmly. I seemed to be warmed by the bosom of "it".
Funny..because I'm not an active hunter any longer and haven't been for many years..and bird hunting was always more enjoyable to me..AND...I am definitely not anti-hunting, just haven't done it in a long while.
So in future posts I will be trying to explain what it was like to go "Deer Hunting With Dad". The basic story is absolutely true..some of the comments that I attribute to my father and myself?..I think they are close but, I'm not sure , probably an interpretation of what I think was said some 50 years ago.
To my readers..please comment on my posts. I really like your insights on what I write.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
My sister and brother in law were visiting from Ct. and we headed out on the bay for a little action..
Then we all headed up to Grand Lake Stream for a week..SWEET!
Sunday, October 24, 2010
While finishing my 3rd cup of coffee and standing on my front deck , looking at all the leaves that have accumulated in The Rebel Sport, I came to the conclusion that something had to be done about them. I could either sweep and then vaccum or run the boat west on Rt 3 at 60 mph and let nature have it's way with them..And since it would take me at least a half hour running time to clear them out, I may as well stop over at Lake George, as I would be in the vicinity anyways..Great idea, to take advantage of both situations and plus it seemed to be the making of a nice , mid Autumn day. I geared up. Extra clothing, 3 different varieties of fishing rods, PFD's, camera, net , etc.. Backed up to the tongue , hooked up, fired up the Jeep and nothing except a cloud of blue exhaust smoke..After a number of tries, the engine kicks in but won't stay running in park.
I haul out the air filter and knock it on the bumper..looks ok..Try it again, same thing..I can keep it running if I start it in Neutral and drop it into Drive with foot tweaking the gas peddle ..The little devil on my left shoulder keeps telling me..what the hell...go for it..submit to the tempation..While the little angel on my right shoulder tells me..No...do the right thing as temptations yield to nothing but trouble, such as not being able to get the Jeep started with it on the ramp and the boat on the trailer..
As much as I wanted to go with my old friend the tempting one, I decided to give it up and make the right decision (one of the few times I might add). After unhooking the RS, I make it down to the local Irving..dump in too much dry gas and head back home..I ran the Jeep all around town with no trouble and it turns out that the wind really started to kick up, so maybe things do happen for a reason... Maybe today will be the day to take care of those pesky leaves.. Here's hoping....
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Here's an interesting boat that I encountered this summer while putting my boat in at the Belfast Public Landing, for a little mackeral action..It was designed by Stephens, Waring & White Yacht Design. And built by French & Webb here in Belfast - "Zogo" would be her name. - She uses a diesel engine and a electric drive driven by solar panels set in her roof. A very pretty and interesting boat and she created quite the stir in town as well as some national publicity
Ok..not exactly Academy Award material..it all ended well..the fish got returned..no boat on the rocks..and Ray got another Milk Bone.
Anyways..No salmon..we fished "The Narrows" ...and on the way back to the the public landing we fished just beyond Caribou Rock in another deep spot ..no salmon.. We did encounter a party barge with 3 lovely ladies, a blond at the helm who yelled out.."Kim, how are you doing sweetheart?"..To this day Kim is still trying to ID this maid with the flaxen hair.. By this time we decided to head back to the landing..I wish I could show you some photos of some nice lake salmon but no luck on this day..But it was a great experience just the same..Fine weather..Wonderful company and a GREAT LAKE!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Nice little bit on our footbridge here in town..
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
My previous experience for lake salmon fishing was with my Dad, many years ago. We would go to Swan Lake in the spring, just after ice out, and troll. Of course surface trolling was out as the water in Grand Lake apparently is still quite warm as a result of the balmy summer weather. Clearly I needed different gear other than my fly rod and streamer flies that I normally use for trolling..So..on to the Cablea's website I go to pick up an appropriate combo package.
Friday after school I headed to Herman to pick up fisherman extraordinare, Steve Vose. Off to GLS we go and end up at Kim's house around 5. After a marvelous baked ham dinner that Kim provided , we ( including JR who had stopped by) settled in for some good spirited chat and world problem solving..Up next , fishin' day..
Friday, September 17, 2010
Tide Running Hard - Out!
Monday, September 13, 2010
>Year: 1957 or so
>Dad's shotgun for bird hunting: Remington 12 ga semi automatic - He loved that shotgun (Note my trusty BB gun in the porch boot box)
> Dad loved bird hunting, particularly pheasant hunting..He often went to Frye Mtn in the Montville area. Today it's a Maine Wildlife Management area but I'm not sure if it was back then. We never had bird dogs so he would hunt with a friend who did have them or he would just go out and tramp around or ride down old dirt roads , looking for partridge. Anyways , clearly I was impressed..
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Started reading this book sometime ago and have recently picked it up again..This is a great fly fishing/life story about two old men and their disappearing way of life on an Arkansas farm. Written by an amazing author, Harry Middleton, who died a garbage man in 1993..Very sad..But if you are looking for a great book to help get thru the coming winter..this may be the one..