Because she felt I just didn’t fish enough on our Owens Valley Adventure in January, Becca, Will and the Maine Guide father Barry invited me for a day of fishing in the Rangeley area. We started at some ponds near their beautiful, far flung camp near some isolated ponds:
We got a number of small native brookies all day long—nothing of great size but some beautiful colors. Here’s an especially ambitious little fella:
Barry trains Maine guides—knows how to fish and build replacement parts for his truck from bailing wire, two-stroke oil and the prize from a crackerjack box. Here he is with the the rest of his expert crew after he carved a turkey sculpture with his chain saw out of a tree stop that jumped out in front of our truck. We were only hung up for a while Barry practiced his black magic—and here he is with his able assistants who are interviewing for positions in his firm:
Will and Becca got onto it deep here and got some fish:
This Backwoods Clan really sends the right messages in their attire:
The stream of life forks for us all, but I know we will meet up and fish again around the bend someday soon. Thanks Will, Barry, and Becca for an unforgettable day on the waters….