I hosted five fly fishermen at Camp Bonaventure in late September. The water was low, but the salmon returns were high. One of the sports, Craig Fowler (who was about to set a record the following month in the hiking/biking world), captured me doing a Spey cast in one of the most storied pools on the Bonaventure River. The rod is an LL Bean Streamlight, 14′ with a large arbor Streamlight reel loaded with a Skandi shooting head and Compaq running line.
This handsome guy picks up a fly rod, and on his first cast, lands this West Grand monster. (All pish fictured were released unharmed at once).
All pish fictured were released at once, unharmed.
I’m pleased to announce that once again, I’ll be Author-in-Residence at the incomparable Ames Free Library in Easton, MA from April 9-16. My residence is Queset House, where I’ll be able to work, as well as put on various presentations. These will include a talk and slideshow, a beginners fly tying class, and a fly casting class on the grounds at the reflecting pool. I’ll hope you’ll be able to join me for one or more of these events. The Ames Free Library campus is stunning at this time of year!
Please see the Maine Guide Services page under “About Randy” to view the shore lunch selections for 2017!
Please give us 2 weeks notice if you’re making you’re own selections.
I’ll be appearing this weekend at the Cabin Fever Reliever put on by the Penobscot Fly Fishers at the Brewer Armory in Brewer, Maine. In addition to having a booth on Saturday and Sunday, Feb. 25-26, I’ll speaking in the lecture room at 9:30 Saturday morning. Please come to the event to say hello, and to take in all the great presenters. This has become a very popular event!
Here are Dakota (R) and Tennyson (L) on their way home from a hunt. The slight ridge up high on Dakota’s nose is the indentation made by his reading glasses. He’s a year and a half old, but reads at the 3 year-old level.
Moving from Quebec to the maritime provinces is a move toward the Gulf Stream. Fall colors sometimes peak even later than they do in Maine, which, after all, is not really south of Nova Scotia, but west of it. This year, we arrived for a flood on Canadian Thanksgiving, our Columbus Day. It took the Margaree River several days to settle after that, and a few more before Atlantic salmon began to show interest in flies. Grouse numbers, on the other hand, seemed to be sky high. Every time I took Dakota and Tennyson to the woods, they flushed partridge. The talk of the valley was apples. A bumper crop of wild fruit hung heavy from limbs everywhere you looked. Margaree wildlife is having a bountiful fall season.
Here are the boys heading out on a jaunt, and here’s a pic taken by Ian from Halifax, who showed up just in time:
