Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The Allagash

Here is link to my new post on "Readings On The Fly"....


The Allagash

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Does Angler Pressure Make Trout Eat Smaller Flies?

This is a link ...   Angling Pressure Mean Smaller Flies?   


Normally I don't do external links but I found this "article" in Field & Streams blog " Fly Talk "  very interesting and it makes me think that the argument has some merit. I think I'll give it try in  late  spring or early fall of 012'


Of course, it may just be the 4 glasses of Pinot Noir that has opened my mind to such a possibility...



Monday, October 10, 2011

Far Out, Man! East That Is

It was a stupendous Sunday, an absolutely beautiful late "summer" day, so the decision was made to hike West Quoddy Head. We were there because it was Rob's 50th birthday and we had spent the night before in his hometown of Calais feasting on mega lobsters and steamers. The next morning the pickings were done up for a picnic lunch of lobster rolls after our hike.

West Quoddy Head

The name "West" Quoddy is a bit confusing as it is the most eastern point of the contiguous 48 states. Technically there is a small island off Alaska that sticks out into the the border of the Eastern Hemisphere but I think it's nonsense. Clearly Alaska is west of us and it seems to me that the Alaskans want, both "ends" .  I guess soon they'll want the "middle" too.
 Start of the trail.

It doesn't take long at the start of the trail to be immediately impressed with the ruggedness of the coast. Just amazing boulders and bedrock butting heads with the Atlantic.

 A naturally occurring log bridge..no thank you!
Caves and a beach..about as good as you hope for.
 A carpet of moss
 Hardscrabble life for the runty trees.
 Bountiful bunches of berries.
No room for missteps here.
 More of the beautiful Maine coast.
Ray picking his way on and around the beach boulders.

The "Light". The eastern most point in the U.S. mainland.

Everybody in our party got back to the lighthouse safe and sound..no twisted ankles..no skinned knees, just hungry and ready for those lobster rolls..and what a spot to enjoy them to the fullest!

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Starting a new blog

 As my fishing season inexorably winds down I've been thinking lately that I need to continue to blog thru the long off season. But with little or no fishing activity to report in the coming months the thought of keeping maine-matters viable was beginning to stress me out a bit. I mean how many times can you show pictures of boats, beer and babes? Well I guess you can never get your fill of babes but I'll leave that up to other bloggers.

So in the fertile recesses of my mind I have come up with:


my new weekly blogoshphere endeavor . 

Of course I have :

which I have more or less abandoned, but not on a permanent basis. 
 
Anyways..check them out if you have a notion to..
 
TIGHT LINES!

Monday, October 3, 2011

Baxter Brookies And More

Ledge Falls On Nesowadnehunk Stream

Baxter State Park often called the crown jewel of the Maine State Park system is a name well deserved.  It was originally seeded by ex-governor Percival  P. Baxter with his donation to The State of Maine of 6,000 acres, which included the heart and soul of the park, Mt. Katahdin.  Today the park totals 209,501 acres, 75% of which is a mangaged wildlife sanctuary.  Within it's borders the Maine State Park Service lists 44 ponds and lakes that support a brook trout population.  There are also numerous brooks and streams that do as well, some of which are true wild fish. It was those wild brookies that were the reason why I was heading north on 95  around 5AM on the 26th. 

Looking Upstream On The Nesowadnehunk 

To say that Baxter is a wilderness area is a major understatement. After the two hour ride to Millinocket and then the additional 15 miles to Togue Pond Gate and then another 20 miles up the park's Tote Road , a narrow gravel by-way  (per Gov Baxter's requirement) , I had arrived, or so I thought. I would attempt to hike into Nesowadnehunk Lake and fish the stream from the dam down. Good plan..not so good results..I just could not find the unmarked path that goes to the lake..Another time perhaps..Since I would only be at the park for the day and this searching was cutting into my fishing time, I headed back down the Tote Rd. with stop at Ledge Falls and some fishing for a while..move on..stop at Slide Dam..fish for a while..and a bunch of other wide spots in the road on my way to Kidney Pond Campground. Passed maybe..10 vehicles..

Kidney Pond Campground

Oh yeah..the fishing..It was a bit slow but I did manage two brookies from one pool. They were hovering under an over hang of debris that had washed down and accumulated in a large pile in a bend of the stream , next to a very large boulder.  Of course I had left my camera in the Jeep so I have no photographic proof. You'll just have to take my word on this. 

So that's it..only two trout but a wonderful day in the Maine woods. One of "those" days that will be filed away in the "What a great time" folder..Looking forward to April or May and another shot at the lake and some hiking into some of those trout filled, wilderness ponds.

Did someone ask what about moose? The only one I spotted was this one as I was going south on 95.