I’ve only been fishing in Maine a few times, but so far I have not been disappointed. It intoxicates me to a degree that almost perplexes me, and I hope to spend as much time there as I can.
My Father-in-Law (the fil) was gracious enough to take me back and fish with me. I left work early on Friday to take the beautiful drive through southern Maine and was able to make the evening hatch on a stretch of one of the rivers. The hatch was there with hundreds of Caddis’ coming off the water, but not a single fish rising. I tried it all; Green Caddis dry on top, nymph on the bottom, and streamers all over the place. No luck. The evening was gorgeous, the fish just weren’t biting.
After a star filled night, we were up to fish a favorite pond near camp. After seeing a lot of fisherman, we were surprised to find no one at this spot. We began fishing and started suspecting why. Hot sun and no rising fish. The skunk was staying on me. The fil caught a nice brookie on a streamer, but we were striking out and decided to swing by a popular spot.
Our next spot is a favorite of mine. There a very popular hole under the bridge and nymphing is the key there, but it is always full. Up river though, is a spot that I caught some very large brook trout last year, and the run is my FAVORITE kind of spot to fish. Long run, water running at a constant speed, large boulders. I feel like I can cover a lot of water and get a really good drag free presentation. After seeing some hatches all day, I hit it right with a #12 Quill Gordon and started catching some fish. Picked up a nice 14″ salmon, a smaller salmon, and a nice 12″ brookie. Success! The fil was worried about putting me on fish, but I love that spot so much, that just fishing it is fun (minus the fast water and hitting my head). On the way out we picked up a tip from a nice man named Dave, more on that to come.
So the tip we got from Dave, we decided to check out. Now, every other person we’ve ever talked to has said zilch about where to fish. And I’m not the first to divulge a bunch of fishing spots either, but this area is especially tight lipped. A grandmother earlier in the day told us about a huge brookie she caught, but that was it. The road to get there had a horrible stretch and we were bottoming it out hard, so we put it off. We went up the road and finished the night at a great spot.
Huge hatches were coming off and we fished the pre-hatch, the hatch, and the spinners, catching fish the whole time. I must have caught 20 brook trout in all stages. No big ones, but lots of fun!
The next morning we took the other vehicle and made our way to where Dave gave us a tip. We got to the bottom of the road and there was no river as promised. What we did find was a secluded, abandoned beaver pond…with a rising fish right off the bat.
Although hot with no clouds in sight, the fish were more than willing. They rose all morning and we stayed for hours. We must have pulled 40 trout or more out of this pond. It was phenomenal, and we never saw a sole. it was the perfect spot to end our trip.
Getting to this pond was no joke. The road required a high clearance 4X4 and it scratched the hell out of it to boot. Was the juice worth the squeeze? Without a doubt. Fishing that beaver pond was like a Geirach short story. The crusty New Englander with the cryptic tip, the non-existent river, but the surprise pond and the never ending rising brook trout. The juice was worth the squeeze.
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