Grand Lake Stream: Fly Fishing Gods Are Tricky

Thanks to Wild Bill,  Mac and Obi who sent their pictures, the highs and lows of the last two days of our fly fishing extravaganza to the mecca, temple, shrine and annual land locked salmon pilgrimage site have arrived. Obi sought out his secret sites with his mysterious flies, imparting his knowledge sparingly to those acolytes and princely wannabees who could keep up with him. He summoned snouts from the deep like this one:

I Was Sacredly Summoned

Wild Bill did great, discovering his own spot north of where the Professor and Mack sought a fish we named Ace Hardware, because we left so many flies in his mouth. Yours truly hooked and fought Ace for a good while, had him close to the net, until he took a run through my legs and broke off. Mack was there and you can ask him. Upriver, Bill was hooking and landing the likes of this:

We Don’t Say No To Wild Bill

And he nymphed creatures like this one from the deep:

The Silver Streak

Meanwhile, mysterious Obi exerted his charms over the land locked Salmon population in ways known only unto him:

They Fly To His Net

But fly fishing at Grand Lake Stream, Maine, is unpredictable. With flows at a perfect 399 CFS the whole time—almost a third of what we fished last year, and with expectations high—Mac had a tough second day. After slaying them on day one (metaphorically speaking, of course, as all fish were released healthy)—Mac struggled and didn’t land a fish until the pm and that was largely it for the day. Entering the cabin with a spring loaded screen door after fishing was done, Mac slipped and chopped off the tip of his Sims rod in the door! That’s why they invented phrases like insult to injury. You can’t stay on the good side of the river guides for good—that’s for sure. Mac made it up with the Ocean deities on his return to Freeport, however, and landed this nice striper on a fly rod just off the coast:

Mac Goes on the Attack

Wild Bill is also known as “Biology Bill” to some of his friends on the river like Alpha, the old man with the mean nymphing technique and Beta, his protege. Bill was discovered photographing what appeared to be rare Grand Lake Stream flora on a river isle. This strange vegetation was the object of his study:

Can You Identify This Growth?

The product in question is the famous Pop Tart, strawberry flavor. The Fishing Professor has been known to survive nine straight hours on the river with two Pop Tarts and a bottle of water in his vest. Wild Bill felt the Smithsonian might be interested in these early 21st century fishing methods some day, and the Professor expects to be contacted imminently to record his oral history. Until then, we will all have to remain satisfied with memories like this one of our green friends from a great trip. That is, until the Great West Branch of the Penobscot River Fly Fishing Adventure cuts loose:

He’s Just Visiting

Until then, we’ll be fishing the sacred waters of Grand Lake Stream in our dreams:

Last Cast




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2 Responses to Grand Lake Stream: Fly Fishing Gods Are Tricky

  1. Rick says:

    Nice fish, nice story, great memories for all of you.

  2. Hey David Suchoff,
    On a similar note,, Fly fishing for native trout on a small stream in the back county can lead to one of the most rewarding experiences of a lifetime. Getting off the beaten path to find finicky fish in untouched waters is what the pioneers of the sport truly intended. On the other hand, some small streams are just off the roadway but are just as willing, or unwilling, to give up their inhabitants to the skilled angler. The proper clothing, flies and equipment can help you make the absolute most of your adventure. The fly rod may be the most important aspect of your small stream set up.
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