Maine SalmonEvery fly fisher has someone who is their mentor to the art of fly fishing. For me this was John Howard. This man was a master fly fisher and a great friend, he had the amazing ability to know when to give you that small piece of info on a stream or river that would unlock your awareness and take you to the next level in this beautiful art we call fly fishing. When I learned to swim, my father took me to the local pool and dropped me into the deep end and I learned how to swim. Well, John kind of did the same thing to me when it came to my introduction into the art of fly fishing. Ten years ago he took me up to McKay Station on Maine’s West Brach of the Penobscot River. He gave me an old set of waders, a 6 weight fly rod and a Jerry’s smelt pattern and said, “go fish.” I had no idea what to do or how to cast a fly rod. I had been fishing all my life as a bait fisherman, so this was new to me. Well on that day caught 5 Salmon and life was never the same for me! Ever since that day, I have been a fanatical fly fisher! Well last fall John and I went to Maine’s Grand lake stream and on that day the mentor became the student. We were on the glide pool and I was hooking Salmon after Salmon to the point that John put down his fly rod and just took pictures of me catching fish. He had this big smile on his face and I had no idea why. He said something to me that I will never forget. He said, “you have become a master at your art, Rick.” Well John passed away this past winter and I will always be indebted to this fine man for taking me by the scruff of the neck and dropping me into the deep end of the pool we call fly fishing.