Maine Experience Video

I touched down at Portland International at 4pm. Jeremy had me out on the ledges, probing the surf with my sink tip by 4:30. Everything seemed so surreal, rollers breaking in front of me, the taste of the ocean on my lips and a bent rod heavy with the weight of a striper. It would be a three day bender, I had a vague idea of what was going to transpire, but not until the end would I realize the uniqueness of the experience. It was a bite to eat and off to bed, 4am would come early and there was a significant drive north involved.When we made the left turn onto the logging road the anticipation was unbearable. New state, new water, new species and new scenery, my mind was going a thousand miles per hour. I raised my coffee cup to eye level while Jeremy zigged and zagged around the potholes of the old paper company road. I caught glimpses of the river through the pines every once in a while, it was like some kind of exotic foreplay.We reached the pull off, Jeremy and Austin were geared up in record time. I was out of my element and it took me a couple minutes of checking and double checking before I was willing to leave the security of the car. When we broke through the tree line and I saw the river for the first time, I was speechless, pure unspoiled splendor.The tail-out we stepped into was thick with greedy salmon, feeding and rolling on the surface. For a moment I thought I stepped into the land of make believe. We began to make drifts in the slick and coaxed up a great number of fish, bringing them to the fly was not the problem, hooking them was. They are extremely quick and your hook sets need to be also. We landed and released many salmon that morning. I spent a little more time during the release with these acrobats, their striking markings held me captive.We fished miles and miles of unmolested water without another angler in sight. The water was tannic, well oxygenated and very well defined. Each run was more productive than the last, it was truly unbelievable. We met up with Boz from the site and he was more than willing to show us his home water from behind the oars of his commercial grade raft, an experience I will never forget!The return trip would take us West before heading back South. Austin and Jeremy were kind enough to show me some premier Rainbow and Salmon fisheries that they had paid their dues on, always giving me the first drift. Again I was amazed at the numbers of trophy fish to be had in the great north woods. It would take 50 lifetimes to even scratch the surface of Northern Maine. Without question one of the finest destinations in the lower 48. Anyone who pursues fish with a fly rod has to see this country it will blow you away. Special thanks to Keely for the hospitality, that sauce is phenomenal.