For those who love small streams, wild trout, and life...in their simplest form
Monday, September 30, 2013
Maine 2013 Part 1
Jeanette and I just spent a week in the mountains of western Maine. The weather could have been a bit better. From the time we left New Hampshire's White mountains and into Maine the skies were socked in with clouds, and with clouds you will have showers. That weather seemed to hang on for most of the week, with a few exceptions where the sun made a brief peek. It was funny that you would be in cloudy weather on the stream, and walk upstream and find the sun poking through. The temps were in the high thirties at night and would warm to the mid forties in the day. The fall colors were in peak but were muted by the gray skies but their beauty was awesome.
Autumn fishing is so dependent on good rain. These rains raise the stream levels and flows, this allows the fish to move up from the lakes to spawn. Unfortunately this did not take place and those giants were no where to found. But a small stream guy can find willing wild brookies if he walks the woods and finds a stream.
The first three photos were taken on a 3,000 ft peak. They show an incredible wilderness full of lakes, and endless streams, not to mention moose, deer, bear, and a enormous amount of wild turkey.
Among the sweet smelling balsam and birch flows a stream. This stream runs cold and clear for the year except for winters blanket of ice and snow. The stream holds wild brook trout who at this time are doing what they have done since the last ice age.
It was wonderful drifting various flies and having a strike on almost every drift. So many were lost, but a few graced this anglers hand.
The deer seemed to be totally unafraid of my being there in their kitchen. I was given time to photograph them and go on my way.
This stream was incredible. I would fish a run and hook a few on a Bomber, change to a Adams parachute, and take a few more in the same run.
In the land of the streamer the number one fly on this Maine trip was the Adams parachute.
A precious wild brook trout in fall dress. A true beauty in this wild place.
This was a typical sunset. Clouds and just a hint of the sun.
A real plus this trip was a gas station that featured Green Mountain coffee. They also had a supply of the Maine classic whoopie pie. Several of these made there way back to Connecticut.