Taken on an olive brown beadhead woolly bugger yesterday before the storms. I love the feeling that sets in a few seconds after the strike where you just know it’s a bigger fish. This one was splashy and wild… sent my reel spinning backwards a few times before he got tired enough to pull in. Outfishing all the spinfishermen was second only to telling mom she didn’t have to stop by the fish market tonight.
7 inch largemouth bass caught on a streamer at Jamaica Pond. This one’s a juvenile but even the small ones are known to prey on fish that are up to 50% of their own length.
This little sunfish stole the dry fly meant for the monster rainbow that swam by the same time yesterday at Jamaica Pond. They’re no trout but it’s still fun to pluck these guys out of the water all day long and watch them react to different types of flies.
MHK Burger
I got 99 problems but a fish ain’t one.
Final pictures from Maine, all taken on the West Branch of the Penobscot River where we fished in three different areas in the afternoon. High water and riffles near Big Eddy Campgroud that were difficult to wade, view of Mt. Katahdin from Abol Bridge, Hawkins with a beautiful silver landlocked salmon caught on a streamer at Nesowadnehunk Falls, river brookie caught on a big bushy dry fly when no fish were rising also from the falls, moose country and deadwood, Nesowadnehunk Falls, hiking back to the truck after a successful day, beautifully spotted little guy hungry for huge huge flies.
More photos from Maine. Hawkins and Teague enjoying last night’s catch for breakfast, Teague’s brookie from Baxter Pond caught on a gray ghost, fireplace at the cabin, beautifully colored keeper Brookie from our final morning at Lyford caught on a Mickey Finn, mountain mist over the banks of Baxter Pond, pile of gear for the road, trail to the cabins, biggest brookie of the trip from Lyford.
Photos from our fly fishing trip to Maine. In order, landlocked salmon caught on a dry fly at the east outlet of the Kennebec, Little Lyford Pond at dusk, first brook trout of the trip, glass surface on the pond at sunrise, canoes in the mist at Long Pond, old school fly rod hangers at the cabin, Hawkins ready to fish, Hawkins and Teague at the cabin, canoeing at sunset, Hawkins reading the daily before breakfast.
The arsenal.
Ready!
Original Recipe from this afternoon basically ensures that it’s pretty much downhill from here for the rest of the day.
Bright Blue — Daniela Andrade
The ridiculous amount of understated nostalgia conveyed in this song is enough to ruin any fool. She nails it by barely smiling and keeping her head pointed at an off-angle, which then allows her to surprise you with how infinite her voice sounds coming from such an unassuming frame.
KK holding chopsticks like a boss.
(Source: pommepatisserie)
Fly fishing at the Esplanade. I got skunked using streamers but Hawkins caught a few sunfish and perch. Nice to have a place within walking distance where I can go to experience the gentlemanly excitement and serenity that only fly fishing offers.
