Written by TC and I

Rest in Peace Rosaire

Rosaire Angelo Cyr. I recall the first time I met Rosaire. From the beginning, I could tell he was a very shrewd businessman, well versed in how to handle people and how to get the most out of them. Rosaire was very protective and proud of his family, and was not really impressed when a longhaired boy with a pickup truck came a calling on one of his daughters. For a long time, I knew that he was watching me and that his main objective was the protection of Therese. Well, time passed and he became more comfortable with me and his shields started to drop a bit. Remember, I said Rosaire, Annette was another matter. That was when I really began to see the real side of this gentleman. One of his passions was to spend time with his boys making sure they had all the training they needed to be self-sufficient in the woods with a gun and a fishing pole. Each and every one of them learned the value of an honest day’s work. He prided himself on the fact that all of his children made their mark in some way on the ski slope.  And later on, when I met people in the Mars Hill area, they remembered Rosaire and his children for how they came, skied and took home much of the hardware.

Now, Rosaire had another side to him that many of you never witnessed. He was very competitive. If you ever mentioned that you had done something well and really was looking for some acknowledgement, you were in for a big surprise. He had done it better. And he would advise you on what you needed to do to better yourself. I once asked his brothers, Joe and Phil if he was that competitive growing up and with little effort, they said yes. Let’s examine a few things that will show you what I mean.

I have to credit Rosaire for getting me interested in tying flies. He was very patient with me and often would take me down to his bench where he had all of his material spread out. I would sit next to him and he would describe certain techniques he learned and impressed upon me why his ways were the only and best ways of doing it. I would go home and practice and try to tie the fly he showed me. Once I had done so, I was feeling really good about the result and could not wait to show him. Inevitably, every time I did that, he would look at it, think for a minute, say yea but you should have done this. And I really remember the words he spoke often. He would say, but they are not as good as mine. Keep trying.

I remember once finding him a john boat that had been hit by a car, and most of us would just plain throw it away. I don’t think Rosaire ever threw anything away. See, he would just fix it and make it better. Well, a couple of months went by and one day, there it was, all fixed and ready for its maiden voyage. He was so proud of the job he did on it. That was many years ago and that boat is still in service at Black pond.

Now Rosaire had a few favorite sayings that I am sure you all have heard at least once. My favorite was, and he said it a lot to me for some reason “Are you sick in the head” Ah yes, that meant that you had done something wrong. The next one was, this country has gone to the birds. He was very passionate about our country and it really upset him to see it as he called it going downhill fast. He was also well versed on current events, be it locally, nationally and globally. And if you didn’t know what he was talking about he made it a point to let you know.   You could agree, or agree to disagree. Sometimes he would end the conversation by saying Mark my words! This is what’s going to happen. You also might remember another saying he made famous, “It has no sense.” He was not known for his expertise in grammar, but his saying did in fact make sense. Then there was, “what you say is true.”

Later on, he found that Fox TV was his best friend, and that the remote was our worst friend. Rosaire had found a television station that he called fair and balanced. Yes, Fox network was on constantly in his house. When you tried to change it, it somehow found its way back on. He was also a master at running the remote. He had those keys down to a science. He was very familiar with the mute key most though. He did not like commercials and every time one would come on, the remote came up and the mute button would go on. Now, I remember one time where he was being Rosaire, and we were around the TV and he had it blocked with FOX. I think there was a game on that we all wanted to watch and he just would not give up the remote. For some reason, he got up for a minute and I vaulted over and grabbed that thing and changed the channel. Then I hid it. He came back and saw what was on and looked all over for that remote. We told him that he must have taken it with him and so he continued to look. We all sat there with grins on our faces and the remote tucked safely underneath my leg. That night FOX took a back seat..

Now let’s take a look at some of his fishing accomplishments. I was very privileged to have tagged along on some of his fishing trips. One day, we were sitting around and decided to go fishing at McKlein Lake. I had just bought a brand new GMC Pickup. It was all shined up and I was really proud of it. Well, I had never been there before and really did not know what to expect. I learned very quickly that there was only one way in and it was not the best. See, the road was grown in a bit with spruce and fir trees, not the best thing for a new truck. I started in and could hear the trees doing a number on the side. I recall saying to Rosaire, I am not sure if I want to keep going. I also remember his response. What’s wrong with you, this is a truck and it is meant to go in the woods. We are going in. And yes, we did. When we got out, without any fish, that truck looked like someone had taken a tree and run it down the side. Rosaire, politely told me, rubbing compound can fix anything. Several years later, we went back there with Paul and at some point, Rosaire told me to stop on the dirt road going in. He said park here. I asked why and he said the trail to the pond is right here. I then asked him, why didn’t you tell me that there was a trail there the last time we were here, and he just smiled and said I wanted to see what that truck could do. During this particular day, I remember Paul taking one of the canoes on the side of the pond and Rosaire and I going in another. As I left the shore, I asked Rosaire where we should go. His response was, you are the captain, go wherever you feel like. I recall fishing that day and not catching one fish. As we came to shore, Rosaire piped up and said, if you want to know where the fish were, you should have asked me and I would have told you. Typical Rosaire.

Rosaire was a great friend of nature. You could see that from the feeders he kept full with bird seed. No matter what, that was a priority and one he enjoyed. He would often tell me what types of birds came to the feeder and I could see that he was really enjoying their visit. There was one time that I recall so vividly where Raymond, Rosaire and I decided that we would go fishing at Black Pond. We made the trip in, pulled out the john boat and off we went onto the pond. We didn’t have much luck that day as I recall, but not that far away from us, was a mother moose with her two calves. It was clear that the intent was twofold. One was to cross the pond and the other was to give her calves their first swimming lesson. It began with mom jumping in the water and encouraging them to follow. One had a little bit more guts and did finally join the mother. The other was not too sure and stayed on the bank, from time to time dipping its hoof into the water, but pulling back. Then all of a sudden the calf waded in and it was so comical to see its front hoofs doing the dog paddle. They both were splashing for dear life. I watched Rosaire take it all in with a grin on his face and I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying it. Then off they went with the mother leading and the two calves not far behind. They then made their way up the bank and disappeared into the cover. Rosaire told me later that that was one of the highlights of his being in the woods and from time to time, he would bring it up.                                                                                                                 

On another note, I would like to add that just recently Rosaire and Annette celebrated their 64^th wedding anniversary. They have so much history together but the one thing that stands out for TC was how deep his faith was and that prayer was always a part of his life along with Annette. As TC would say, prayer helps to keep us strong, and to stay focused on the things that really matter. We all want peace and balance in our lives and prayer can help guide us in that direction.

I have been fortunate to be accepted into this family and equally as fortunate to have been able to learn and spend time with Rosaire. I will be forever indebted to him for all he did for me and will never forget his smirks and the fact that I was always welcome in his home. Rosaire, I know you can hear me and I want to thank you for letting me be one of your “outlaws”, like you always called us in-laws. I know that the gates of heaven are awaiting you and God is calling you home now, so go in peace and watch over us all from above.  You have earned it. Just one final sendoff that TC would like to dedicate to you.  It is a quote from a Native American proverb.

“When you were born,

you cried and the world rejoiced.

Live your life in such a way so that when you die,

The world cries and you rejoice.”

Dad, I know you are now rejoicing and I also know that your response would be, “what you say is true.”

Watch Out For TC #69

It’s hard to believe that four years ago, TC had no interest in fishing. I am not sure what happened, or if she was struck by lightning without me knowing it, but one day she decided that she would like to go with me in the woods. Now, I think she was getting a bit protective in that she really did not want me to go in alone and this was her way of making sure that I would be ok. Or the other side of me said that she really enjoys the outdoors and the ability to see wildlife in the woods while we travel, and I did not enter into her decision to become part of the caravan. The best answer is probably a combination of both.

I remember the first time very vividly. She brought a few magazines, sat up front in the canoe and read while I fished. I could see her raise her head and watch attentively as my line synched up with a fish on the end. Then as the year moved on, she spent more time watching and less time reading until the last day of that season as we were coming off the water. I remember her asking if she could try a cast or two. My reaction, being a warden’s son and a law-abiding citizen was, no you don’t have a license.

The following year, she took more of an interest and we purchased her very first license. She began to be a student of the art and really surprised me when she started her casting. To take it one step further, she decided that she was going to go to an LL Bean fly fishing school, so we drove to Freeport and she took part in an adventure school that taught her the art of casting. From that day forward, you could see that her goal was to understand what it took to make that fly sit on the water with as little effort as possible. I must say that she has come a long way and now she is working on longer casts and has really excelled in that as well. Her focus has changed from wanting to fish to catching fish.

So we move forward to catching fish. Now, TC can be quite competitive and has been almost all of her life. I have to admit she gets that from growing up in a family of ten children. Knowing all of them well, I truly understand where she was coming from and how she became so competitive. So it really did not surprise me what took place one day when we were fishing on Little Pleasant Pond. As I recall, the water was fairly calm that day and the fishing was pretty good. The limit on that pond is one fish and I had caught mine already. I kept looking out of the corner of my eye at a little cove in the pond where I took interest in a certain fish that just kept rising. TC saw it too and in no time asked me to take her over there in the canoe. As we got there, the fish continued to do summer salts in and out of the water. I planted the canoe at a safe distance where I felt we would not interfere or spook it. TC started her assault and was just coming up a bit short of the rings the fish was creating. She tried and tried, but had little luck in planting that fly in the ring. So, being the calm collected person she is, she blurted out, “get this canoe closer”. I responded by saying that if we got any closer, that fish would stop jumping. You could see that she was not amused with my response and without a word; she pulled that pole back and fired it at the ring just created. The fly landed dead center in the ring and in no time that trout grabbed the fly and took it under. Her eyes got two times bigger and she went to work trying to land that fish. It was not long after that, she reeled the trout in, and it was indeed a very nice one. My fish was lying in the boat and she immediately made me aware that she thought her fish was bigger than mine. And to her credit, she was right.

Now as time has passed, she has become more adept at how to use that fly rod. She has graduated to a large arbor reel, which helps with the retrieval. Her casting ability is getting even more refined and she always does a great job on the all-important presentation.  She is still learning some of the terminology and pole fishing technology, but I know she will get there. We are spending more time in the woods and we are both enjoying the time we spend there. She continues to ask me questions about how she is doing and what she can do differently. My responses are small with very little to offer or add. I am always mindful of the fact that she is dedicated to doing it right and to the best of her ability.  To that end, she has a big head start.

I recall recently while visiting her ninety year old father, where she spied some flies that he had been working on. Rosaire, knowing that his daughter really enjoyed fishing, reached over and took a couple and passed them to her. There was one, in particular that he pointed out, and as usual, told us that he was the only one who could tie it and that I would not be able to make it as good as him. Get a drift of where TC gets her competitive spirit? He put it in a cup and told her that she would catch lots of fish with it. The weekend after that, we decided to give it a try. TC tied it on and darn if he was not right. TC caught four nice trout on it before no time. I got to give him that one, but I did keep the pattern and when I sit down at the tying bench, I will make a few, and yes, better than Rosaire’s. There is one other thing I should mention on our day of fishing. When we got to the pond, there was another group fishing as well. I watched them as TC and I caught quite a few fish. They did not catch one. They kept coming closer to our boat and would stop fishing and watch each time we netted a fish. They must have gotten fed up with it because they eventually headed to shore, loaded their boat and left. TC also learned how to weed fish that day, dragging her fly in the weed bed. I recall her asking as she got stuck and eventually pulled up some weeds, if that was correct. I told her that was perfectly acceptable and that I had been told a long time ago by Rosaire that when the fish are in the weeds, you have to go in after them, and when you catch weeds, you are doing good.

As time marches on, I am looking forward to our time together in the woods and hope to continue it for years to come. I know that the competition for the bigger fish will subtlety be there and that is fine, as long as I catch it! My only question is, do I keep giving her lessons or do I just stop before she passes me? I think in some respects she has already driven by.

Has it been a year already? #68

Have you ever planned something a year in advance and said it was a long way off? Does the year seem to fly by and you suddenly realize it is here? Well, this is how it felt when our fishing group got together this past June. It had been a year since Matt, Roger, Jeff, Mark and Jon had last wet a fly. This year’s crew was much the same with a few new additions. Tom Lodge, from Pennsylvania flew in with Jeff. Matt flew in from Minnesota and Jon and Roger drove up from central and southern Maine. My brother in law, Paul got the call and joined the group. The rest of us are proud northern Mainers who live fairly close. It is written that the more you do something and the more you learn from your experiences, the less chance you have of making the same mistakes over again. Well, that held true for the most part when we set out to plan the meals. In years past, we had way too much food left at the end, not to mention Jon’s blueberry pies we get from a local restaurant here in town. So when Angela offered to prepare most of the food this year in advance, we took her up on it.

The trip started with our decision to meet at my home at noon on Wednesday. Yes, Wednesday, we decided to add another day on the front end. Once we got all of the food, clothing and fishing gear packed into the vehicles, we headed for the woods. Our goal that day was to stop at the camp, unload and do what we set out to do, some fishing. We made it to Mark’s camp without incident and lightened the load on the trucks a bit before we headed out. Our destination this day was Ragged Mountain Pond. Now, there is some prior history to this pond, and each time we go back, we remember that day. We were driving into the pond and noticed a couple of trucks on the road in. We recognized them right off by the Maine Warden Service emblem logoed on the side. Now Matt, being the TV buff he is, saw the Warden in the tree line between the pond and the road. The warden was watching a party on the water. In his infinite wisdom, Matt yelled out, “Warden Service.” The words could be heard for miles. And in this case, down to the Warden and the party on the pond. Well, I just about sank in my seat and reached for the window button to close Matt’s window so he could not make any further statements. We parked in the yard and started to unload when just what I thought would happen, happened. Down the road walked the Warden with a very angry look on his face. He walked by us and asked who had yelled out. Matt, to his credit piped up and said, I did. The warden’s response was not good, and he continued down to the water’s edge where he called in the party to the shore. Long story short, Matt and the Warden made up and we all moved on.

Now, on this trip, we reminded Matt to keep his window up as we got to the pond or to keep his trap zipped. Thankfully, there was no Warden this time, and we did catch a few fish, releasing them all back for another day.

There was one theme that held true throughout our trip. The wind was with us and just would not die down. If you want to test your fly fishing skills, there is no better way than if you fish in a stiff wind. That was what we did the entire trip.

We decided that we would take our show on the road one day and go where none of us had ventured before. So, we packed the truck and headed to Chamberlain Lake. To get there is fairly simple from where we were, turn right out of the camp road, head down the Pinkham Rd to its end, turn left onto the Telos road and drive to Chamberlain. What we did not realize, until we turned onto the Telos Rd, was that the road had not been graded since the winter and it was horrible. For almost an hour, we dodged pot hole after pot hole until finally, we came to our destination. Immediately, we found that the bridge going over Chamberlain was brand new, and the scenery was breathtaking. On the right after you cross the bridge sits a ranger station, and on the left is the parking area that has been used by so many as a staging area for their canoe and kayak trips down the Allagash Waterway. After a brief stop, we made our way into Coffeeloss. A nice pond loaded with big fish, at least that is what we had been told. When we got there, it was evident that we were not going to safely navigate our canoes on the water, due to the windy conditions. So we went to plan B, which was to find the thoroughfare between Chamberlain and Webster Lake. Roger, took charge of this expedition, having been told by a friend that it was a short walk in using a tote road. We found what we thought was the road, parked our vehicles and Roger, Paul and I started our walk in. The rest decided to stay at the truck and wait for us to come back with news. Well an hour and a half later, we arrived at the truck with news that we had found the water, but not the exact spot we wanted. We would have to drive to the next tote road just up a ways. As we walked out, it became really clear that Jeff had gotten into the cooler, and more than once or twice while he was waiting.

The next tote road was a bit more productive, and this time I stayed back to keep an eye on Jeff. Jon joined Paul and Roger this trip. Again, about an hour and a half later they emerged from the brush letting us know that they had found it, however, the water was way too high to wade. Once again, Jeff had hit the cooler and the truck was getting a whole lot lighter.

We then went to Plan C. Let’s head back up the Telos Rd, make the right turn onto Pinkham and then turn right onto a road that would lead us into Carpenter Pond. I had heard a lot about this pond, including the road into it. Seems as though it was not the best. However, Marks description about football sized trout got the better of me and we made our way in. It did not take long for me to find out that the road was everything that I had been told. Wet, rocky and grown in is all you need to know. When we finally arrived at the landing, Mark commented that I must have had a few choice words spoken on the way in, and he was correct.  We put out on the pond with again, the wind blowing. Finally, this was the only time during the whole trip that the wind eventually died down. The fishing was not that great, only producing one trout that Mark caught and immediately put back. And oh yeah, the road did not get any better on the way out, although it did seem to be a bit shorter. And it should be mentioned that the day’s events for Jeff finally caught up with him. As we headed out on the pond, we saw him head to an old aluminum boat propped up against a tree. He went out of sight, and was not seen again until we came off the pond. The proof was in the photo that Tom took where Jeff was fast asleep on the ground under that boat.

The remainder of the trip was uneventful, yet fun. We visited a number of ponds and caught a few fish to boot. During the final hour of the final day, Paul caught the biggest fish, eighteen inches.

Every year we wait with anticipation for this time and when it finally comes, it seems to just blow by. This year was no exception. We enjoy our time together and always come away with a number of new fishing stories. As in years past, we have learned one valuable lesson. If you want to be well rested, you had better come prepared. This year, Jeff was in charge of that committee. One day, I received a package at my office. Where I had not ordered anything from Amazon, I was a bit surprised and wondered what had been sent. When I opened it, there was a plastic bottle loaded with foam earplugs. Now, the proof would be in the pudding so to speak, and only trying them out would determine if they were worth it or not. The answer was quickly realized. They were worth their weight in gold. Once you put those in your ears, you were oblivious to any sounds. They worked great, and the kicker was that there were enough left over for next year!

Sunday rolled around and we packed up the truck to head out. Our time had gone quickly and another year had passed. Matt, Jeff and Tom needed to get to Bangor to catch their plane home. We all had a good time, the food had been great and the company was second to none. We plan to do it again next year, and know all too well that the time will pass quickly. At least we have some earplugs ready to go. Until next year boys when we meet again. Thanks for the memories.

Congratulations, you are Maine’s newest Registered Guide #67

I recently fulfilled one of my goals, and reflecting upon how and what I needed to do to finalize it made me want to blog about what it takes to become a Registered Maine Guide.

Sometime back, I began to look into what was needed to become a Maine Guide. The state does not just license anyone, you must have a knowledge in a variety of areas and not only do you have to pass written exams, but the practical and oral are equally as important. So, in preparation, I began to research if there were any schools or training sessions that I could attend to sharpen my skills and prepare me for the testing process. TC was right there with me and was equally interested in sitting in, not only to sharpen her skills, but to get more knowledge in areas where she felt she needed more information. Our research came up with a company called Fins and Furs in Skowhegan, Maine. Carroll and Lila Weare own and operate the service and they just so happened to have a guide’s school coming up in our town this past February. The training ran from Thursday morning until Sunday afternoon. When we got there, we met with Carroll and with the other attendees who all settled in for what would be an intense learning experience. During the time we were there, we learned about map and compass and how to find bearings, how to determine contours and how to determine inlets and outlets of ponds and lakes. We also went through what we needed to study in the law books and how to prepare ourselves for the oral exam as well as what they call the cat event. Now, the cat event can be almost anything where the examiners lay out an event that you as the guide would have to respond to. That could be anything from a lost person in your party and what you would do to find them, or you may be guiding a party down the river and their canoe upsets and someone is injured. You have to take charge of the situation and handle each event accordingly. In some instances, you may not have cell phone or satellite service. You are it and you must act!

Then, there are other parts to prepare for. The Maine Inland Fisheries and Wildlife is the agency that oversees Maine Guides and does all the testing and licensing. You have to know species of animals and fish, and how to navigate with and without a compass and also how to read a topo map. Carroll did a great job of getting me prepared for my testing and TC also commented that she learned a lot of important and useful information from the class. Now, it was up to me to prepare and know when it was right to apply for the exam.

The next hurdle was that in order to apply, you had to have taken a basic first aid CPR course. TC and I went through that and got our certification. We then went one step further and took a wilderness first aid course which was really intense. TC pointed out that it was going to be very helpful for my cat event scenario, and it truly was.

Well, the time came and I completed my application and submitted the form with the required information. I expected to hear back in about a month which would give me further time to study and prepare. Oh contraire, I got a letter back within a week telling me that I had an appointment with the Guides Examiners the following week. From that point on, everything seemed to be a blur. I studied and studied and at some point found myself where I was not absorbing what I was studying. Thank goodness for Lila and Carroll, because I would email them questions I had and they would get right back to me with answers. The night before the exam, I remember emailing a question and Lila got back to me and explained that I should just breathe and relax and things would be fine.  I always remembered that and went back to that advice on a couple of occasions the day of the exam.

Exam day came and I presented myself at the appointed time and place. I was met by a lady who asked if I wanted to take the written exam first. It took me about 45 minutes to complete. There were 100 questions on a variety of things that I might see or run into down the road. Once done, they checked it and I passed, therefore, I was moving on. The two examiners asked me to follow them into a room and closed the door behind me. They asked me to take a seat at a table directly across from where they were sitting. They informed me that my first order of business would be to show my map and compass proficiency. They passed me a topo map and told me that they wanted me to locate the westerly inlet of a pond they gave me the name of and then, they wanted me to go from there to the outlet of another pond. They wanted the true north, magnetic and back magnetic bearing from one to the other. They also wanted the distance. The kicker here was that there is a caveat to Map and compass and the cat event. If you don’t pass one or both, your interview stops and you fail, thus having to come back and retake the test.  So that was in my mind, as well as the fact that you only have fifteen minutes to do all the map and compass work. Once I had completed that set, they asked for my work and what I got for numbers. I provided all to them and we then moved on to the next set. This time, they wanted me to go from the outlet of a pond in the first scenario to another pond and they wanted the true and back magnetic bearing for that. I worked that out and gave them what I thought were the answers. There was some discussion and then they asked me to sit back down at the table. Waiting for the hatchet to drop, they finally spoke and said relax you passed. That was music to my ears. They then said that they were going to go into the Cat event. My event involved me guiding a party of three with a mother, son and father and the mother and son came up missing. How was I going to proceed? As I was answering, it was clear that they were going to roll play with me and interject things to try to change my mind. At some point, they said they had heard enough and they moved on to the oral exam. They must have asked me 25 questions. One in particular was that I ventured into a pond to do some fishing and used my compass to get in. I fished all day and as darkness drew near, I decided to leave. It was a starlit night and the moon was very bright. I reached for my compass and it was not there. How was I going to get out? Well, I answered as many questions as I could and then they asked me to name several species of fish for them. I went through them and they said ok, we are going to tally up your score and would like you to wait outside. I felt like the wait was long, when in hindsight, it was no more than four minutes or so. At last, I heard the door open and they asked me to come back in. As I was entering, one of the examiners asked me how I thought I did. I replied I think I did ok, but it is up to you. He smiled and reached out his hand and said the magic words I wanted to hear “You passed, congratulations, you are Maine’s newest Guide.  I was elated, relieved, spent and everything else, but I had done it. Thanks to TC, Carroll and Lila and also Penny Kern who had instructed us in first aid and wilderness first aid.

Well, they led me out to the area where the lady asked if I wanted to pay for my license. I said, yes mam and she printed it and I wrote her a check. She passed me a Registered Maine Guide patch and sticker and congratulated me.

All the way home, I reflected upon what it took to get to where I was and it was all worth it.  Now, the next chapter in my life begins, my guiding in the Maine Woods. But first, I think I will take some time and plan it out and in the meantime, TC and I will do a little more fishing.

Mother Nature Reins Supreme #66

From fly fishing to “ice” fishing, all within twenty four hours, how can that be? I experienced that around Memorial weekend when TC, my son and his girlfriend decided to spend some time in the North Maine Woods fishing. Now Ryan and Amanda flew in to our little town and the next day we drove up to what would be our destination, Red River Camps, which is right in the heart of the Deboulie Region of Northern Maine. Jen Brophy owns and runs the camps which are nestled on Island Pond. These camps are quite a classy place. As we drove in, we found Gloria prepping some of the camps for the incoming visitors. She told us where to park our stuff and then we decided to try our hand at fishing. If you have been keeping track of the 2015 fishing season in Aroostook County, you know that out of all the days we have had to fish, 95% of them have been quite windy. Not that good for fly fishing, but that was not our biggest hurdle during this trip. I will get to that shortly. The Deboulie region is full of nice little ponds full of brookies, some fairly large. We fished that afternoon and evening, and although not successful, we enjoyed it. Ryan and I planned to get up early the next morning and try Island Pond. When we rose, we were shocked to find the ground no longer green but white and the snow was still coming down. The wind was howling and the temps had dropped dramatically. Jen, trying to make the most of it, had jokingly put up some Christmas lights on a little fir tree in the yard. It looked like a winter wonderland and the pond color looked like a thin sheet of ice. Not being denied, we waited until the snow stopped and when most of it melted away, we then set out for some more fishing in the afternoon.  Unfortunately, the wind kept us from fishing the ponds, so we decided to do a little stream fishing and give Amanda and Ryan a chance to put the waders on.

Red River Camps has two types of plans you can take. The first is the American plan where you are treated to three meals compliments of Gloria’s cooking and believe me, the meals are delicious. The second is the housekeeping plan where they have cabins equipped with all the necessities to cook your own meals. We opted this time to bring our own food, however we asked Jen if we could have dinner with them the last night and she was more than happy to accommodate us. So that evening, we dined with them and Gloria and Jen prepared steaks for the group, along with all the fixings. During the evening, we sat with a couple from New Hampshire. The lady told us that her father had recently passed away and had been coming to the camps for many years. He had told her that Island Pond was one of his favorite spots. That being said, she was there to experience it and his last wishes were to have some of his ashes spread over his favorite fishing hole on Island Pond, which she was going to do the very next day.

It’s always hard to spend the last night in camp knowing that you are going home. This one was even harder knowing that Ryan and Amanda would be boarding the plane soon. Time seems to go by fast when you are enjoying what you have around you. We set out for home, but not before we stopped to allow a little time for some more stream fishing. Amanda, although from Massachusetts, had attended the University of Maine at Orono, and during all her travels, she had never seen a moose. So that was on her bucket list for this trip. Fortunately, we were able to oblige. On the way out, just off on a side road, there stood the giant beast. It was looking straight at us, and standing there just posing for her. She took a number of photos and seemed happy that she had finally seen one.

If you are looking for a relaxing location to either do some fishing or just to put your feet up and relax, I encourage you to look up Red River Camps and fire off an email to Jen. You won’t be disappointed and hopefully, you won’t run into some snow.