Fishing on My Mind

It is nearly the end of April and I am deep into my angler magazines.  I’ve also been calling on my fishing friends to find out about their upcoming plans and to reminisce about fishing exploits past.  I called my buddy of many years, Dr. Jay, to talk about the early spring trips we took together with a gang of friends, now passed, to Pennsylvania – Big Spring Creek, Allegheny, Susquehanna and Penn’s Creek—for Walleye, Small and Large Mouth Bass, Pike, Muskee, Brown Trout and the occasional Rainbows.   I’ve also connected, via zoom, with my friend Paul, in Wales, who has filled me in on the fishing conditions at the River Wye, his local spot.  My latest issue of the British magazine, The Field, has the line on fishing throughout the UK, where it started April 1st.  The Brits have easy access to waterways throughout the countryside with endless fishing locations both private and public.  I truly enjoy the fishing experience in the UK, as much for the catching as for the environment and the company.  The outdoor spaces are exhilarating, walking through the ancient woods to a hidden fishing spot–it is as much fun as setting the fly.   And of course, the fellowship, not only with my buddies but with the guides, who make all the travel worthwhile. Characters they are, who harken back to another era, as some have been fishing the same waters for fifty years.  

I have my own fishing nest in Maine, and the daily reports still show ice in places on the lake.  There are no reports on the beaver ponds since their locations are secret, known only to me and Greg.  I will have to see if Greg has had a chance to check on them.  I am traveling north in a couple of weeks for a hearing and am planning a side trip to Bangor and from there to camp for an overnight on East Grand Lake.  Wheaton Lodge just opened and Sandy is encouraging me to come.  “The small mouth bass are plentiful,” she tells me.  Maybe a salmon on top of the water for my visit? I am hungry for my guide Andy’s grilled lake-side barbeque chicken and cowboy coffee.  The Woodie Wheaton Land Trust recently closed on a large tract of land on the East Grand Lake and St.Croix headwaters.  I am anxious to see it –and of course to go out on the lake with Andy.  I look forward to the early morning sun on my face and the quiet of the grand canoe gliding through the water.  The eagles soaring overhead.  No other fishermen in sight.  Andy knows I like to keep more or less to myself and rest the mouth and mind.   He is respectful of my need for the tranquility.  It is where I recharge my batteries for summer in the Hamptons and everything to come, and for as long as life has for me.

One thought on “Fishing on My Mind”

  1. Wonderful that fishing has offered you so many opportunities to travel the world, find peace & tranquility, and most of all, connect with like-minded people from all walks of life.
    Some people like golf, others tennis or running or biking- all ways to enjoy nature, destress, and prepare ourselves for whatever life presents to us.


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