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Why we can’t all be Troutbums

First of all, no work would get done anywhere. Ever. I have been contemplating more lately about how I missed my window to be a Troutbum. I get to fish, a lot actually, and spend way to much time doing things that are directly related to fly fishing like this blog, or tying flies. But I don’t consider myself to be a real Troutbum.

I get to live here

I figure to be one you need something and have to lack some others. If you are a real Troutbum you are probably in or on the fringe of the fishing industry. If you are a guide you are already in. If you are a rep or somehow involved with the big companies or rod building you are probably in as your passion has turned into your job. The line had blurred between your professional and personal life.

I think for the rest of us, too many other things have gotten in the way. A job, or a kids have a detrimental effect to being a Troutbum. I also realized that youth may have a little something to do with it. When I was eighteen I could have packed up everything I owned into my truck and beat feet out west. But my youth also made me stupid. I was so caught up with other things, that I couldn’t see the trout for the hatch of co-eds and college parties. I thought fishing a few times a year made me a “fisherman”. I was wrong.

Time is also a cruel mistress for becoming a bum in two ways. As time moved on, jobs, student loans, family gets you farther away from getting that goal if you really want it. I also wasn’t as learned in the ways of fly fishing as I am now. And even now I still have tons to learn and enjoy learning more about fly fishing then I ever have, but at that point I wouldn’t have even been a successful bum.  I surely couldn’t have guided anyone, nonetheless have succeeded at trying to live that life.

The window may be closed to become a true Troutbum for some of the reasons above. That doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy my semi-bum kinda life. They say too much of a good thing is bad, and maybe that’s the case here. Some guides burn out and hardly ever fish again. At some point, the 18-year-old Troutbum turns into the 30-year-old that ponders family and retirement. I still dream of fishing and have butterflies when I go fishing somewhere new. Maybe that wouldn’t be there if I fished every day and was guiding some jerks from back east. I think this balancing act has turned out well. I fish a lot every year (for me), and am lucky enough to live somewhere with gorgeous views and lots of wild trout. Someday I may even get to retire and become a true Troutbum. For now I consider myself blessed and I get to have my 3-weight and fish it too.


Maine Troutbum – Day 1

So here was the plan.  I was in Vermont for a wedding/vacation with my wife and to see her in-laws.  My father-in-law had an idea.  After a wildly fun fall trip for landlocked salmon and trout in Rangeley, Maine, we could make a mad dash for a day and a half of spring brookie fishing.  It would be a cast and dash trip.  No frills, and hopefully some thrills.  We would keep it as simple as possible, sleep in the car (him) or tent (me), hotdogs and snacks, and the canoe for lakes and ponds.

We got up at 5:00 am and that put us in Rangeley fishing by about noon.  We hit the first river at the mouth of one of the small lakes.

The first bridge at high noon

We fished this bridge as there was a nice hatch coming off and we immediately started to pick up some brook trout.  There was even a large fish that was attacking the fish we were bringing in, but we couldn’t catch him.  A mayfly emerger was fooling some fish and we were starting the trip out right.  The hatch was ending so we decided to paddle into the lake and up the other side into a slower river.  The lakes and ponds are gorgeous and we were extremely blessed that the only bugs were mayflies and caddis’, not mosquitoes and blackflies.  In the other river we caught a few more brookies on streamers close to the bank.  As the day wound down we paddled back into the lake for the evening hatch.  The lake was clear and the fish were rising.

The hatted f.i.l lands another fish

My father-in-law caught a great majority of the fish on this night, and I managed to fool a few.  Lake fishing is extremely fun as you can spot all the different rises, but I’m not too skilled at it yet.  We fished until dark and made camp at around 10:00 pm.

The average brookies from day 1

On the way we ran into a very stubborn moose that would not move off the logging road.  The horn wouldn’t work, but a few rocks in it’s direction finally moved him.   It was a phenomenal start to the trip!

Gorgeous Maine river

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