“I Hate You Salmon” – A Poem of Frustration and Pain.
I went fishing today. It was swell. I discovered over the course of five (painful) hours that I hate landlocked salmon. HATE them. When they get in a taunting mood, I simply cannot deal with them. I mean honestly, you can’t tell me that salmon get their rocks off lazily following streamers. I don’t buy it, no Sir. I think they just enjoy being facetious. Then again, I’ve never really handled rejection well.
I missed the hook-set on a rather large fish today; one that brought tears to my eyes. And just before those tears had time to dry, another salmon roughly the size of my arm swam to within inches of my streamer. For what seemed like an eternity, he toyed with the idea of striking. I’ll never understand why some fish simply choose not to commit, but I’ll forever remember watching this one swim away. Casting from high above the water, I enjoyed (yeah right) a bird’s-eye view of his relentless taunts. I stayed focused on the pool my landlocked friend was no doubt inhabiting, but his disappearing act and plain arrogance ran all the time off my clock. At least a dozen streamers, angle changes, leader adjustments, and no less than 3 prayers (out loud mind you), and I still managed to walk away empty-handed, hearted, and absent of any pride or joy……(sigh)…… so in the interest of venting, I wrote a poem. Enjoy.
Better Days.
I hate you salmon, yes I do
I hate you always, through and through,
You burn my brain you haunt my soul
With every sip and every roll.
I hate you salmon, can’t you see?
This awful way you torment me.
With every splash you make me frown
And leave me dancing like a clown.
I’m kidding salmon, you’re a blast!
I love the way you dodge my cast
I smile when you destroy my fly,
Then leave me swearing at the sky
But in the end I’d have to say
Your game is one I love to play
And even though I hate your guts
I’ll always chase you like a putz.
“Hurry Up & Wait”
- After what felt like an eternity of bad weather, the rivers are finally returning to normal levels. Heavy downpours over the last few weeks have blown out most of the local haunts, turning crisp and clear to swift and milky – of the chocolate variety. Time spent off the water during the month of May is not time a fly fisherman should ever waste. With water levels fluctuating greatly from one day to the next, fishing for fishing’s sake can (and has been in the past) an overwhelming headache.
Success in the Spring depends largely on timing and patience. This week’s dry forecast and rising air temperatures should bring about an increase in fish activity as area rivers continue to drop and clear. Water temps remain on the cool side for now, and the fish we’ve encountered thus far seem to be feeding in water levels ranging from 2 to 6 feet below the surface. Yesterday’s salmon were more lively than the fish we encountered a few weeks earlier, which wasn’t surprising. Smaller bright-colored streamers fished on leaders between ten and twenty feet seem to be doing the trick at the moment, along with classic go-to patterns like the Grey Ghost, Black Nose Dace, and Mickey Finn.
I generally start my day fishing larger streamers, working my way down to smaller sizes if necessary until I find something that generates strikes. Most experienced fly fisherman in this area would agree that larger flies bring larger fish, and through my experiences I’d be inclined to agree. But fishing only large streamers has done nothing for my numbers in recent years, even if it has brought me some memorable catches. It took me long enough to realize that there is a time and a place for everything, and that includes fishing streamers of the Carrie Stevens variety. Simply put, don’t be afraid to fish smaller streamers, even in deep, swift waters. Anyone who fishes with me will tell you that more often than not I have a large grey ghost on the end of my line from late April through early June. But with a little trial and error coupled with some careful homework, I’m learning from experience that branching out can turn no luck into some luck nearly any day of the week.
I hope prime time (whenever that proves to be) will find you on the water and in the fish. Check back often, and best of luck on the water!
Tight Lines,
-Ben
Early To Rise
Not much time on the water recently, but those days are fast approaching. Water levels are returning to seasonal norms, and I have a fresh batch of streamers ready for battle. For now, I feel perfectly at peace settling for an early morning sunrise or two. I guess waking up before the sun has it’s perks!
River time soon, stay tuned!
-Ben
“Biding My Time”
I’m still tickin’!
Work and life in general have kept me off the water this week, but the river waits for no one. The rain that we all knew was coming finally showed up on Sunday night, and the rivers have been slowly working their way towards levels we are more accustomed to during late April. I ventured south at the tail end of last week to make my presence known in the lower regions of our great state, but fishing never strayed far from my mind. Twenty minutes of browsing in the L.L.Bean Fishing store lightened my wallet, but afforded me an extra spool for my Lamson Litespeed, all wrapped up with an intermediate sinking line that should do wonders in the currently swelling Fish River. Saturday looks to be the day that I finally get back on the water, so for now I anxiously await what I hope will be another successful day of swinging streamers to (hopefully) hungry salmon.
It’s difficult to accept sometimes that fly fishing simply has to wait. My priorities have changed somewhat with a career entering the picture, but I’m far from out of the game. While summer vacation will allow me ample time to fish, I’ll need to work hard and budget my time if I plan on being successful during the Spring season. Success comes with hard work and dedication, and being a fair weather fisherman is simply not an option. I lose sleep at night thinking of spawning cycles, fly patterns, and stretches of river that I’m sure are holding fish. At the end of the day it’s all about getting on the water, and I’m frantic in my mission to wet a line. High water, low water, it really doesn’t matter. I need to be on the river, I need to fish.
With high water comes heightened risk, and this week provided an unfortunately reminder of this harsh reality. Warm temperatures and sunshine don’t necessarily mean warm water and safe conditions. I’ll be the first to admit that wearing a life jacket is typically little more than a passing thought for me, even during the most frigid days of April. Northern Maine lost a dedicated father and fisherman earlier this week, and I couldn’t be more sorry for the families that are suffering through this tragic incident. Fishing isn’t meant to be dangerous, but even the most accomplished sportsmen can fall victim to harsh conditions. I plan on wearing my life jacket until water levels reach safer levels and temperatures, and I urge my fellow fishermen to do the same. Life is far too precious to gamble, and experience counts for little when mother nature has other plans. Regardless, I take to the water this weekend with a heavy heart, and send my sincere condolences to the families of those who have lost an irreplaceable piece of their daily puzzle.
Enjoy your time on the water, be aware, and be safe each and every time you cast a line.
See you on the river,
-Ben
Punching In
The new Helios finally got a workout at the hands (figuratively speaking) of a hefty landlocked salmon measuring at just under 23 inches and close to 4 lbs. He put up no fight, instead opting to put the brakes on my streamer while he held his ground. My first impression was that I had snagged bottom, but a few nasty head shakes took care of that theory. More (and better) pictures to come, along with a full fishing conditions report for early April. Stay tuned!
Tight Lines,
-Ben
“Weather Roulette”
Silent slipping frigid waters flowing uncaged memory
Early morning breathing softly stunning chill suppressing me
Warm in waders hands in pockets coffee cooling drink it fast
Counting precious seconds countless minutes daylight shines at last.
Casting out at nothing feeling something waiting not to be
Sounds of Summer calling ice filled guides coax sun to set them free.
“Chasing Ghosts with Ghosts”
The weather through early April has been anything but consistent, and my mood has been anything but pleasant. It seems mother nature has decided that I need to slip and slide on the roads during my morning commute, and quite frankly I’m getting tired of waking up to snow. The endless cycle of morning flurries and evening melting has me mildly annoyed, and the lackluster fishing early on is not helping my sour mood.
- Snowy Morning, April 9th
Today I added a 10′ft “extra super sink” poly leader to my 5wt Orvis 3D Trout line in hopes that I could get my streamers further down in search of what are clearly lethargic salmon. I can’t recall ever throwing such a heavy leader, and the extra few feet of 8lb tippet made my 12+ foot rig fairly difficult to cast. My 10ft 5wt tip-flex Orvis Helios has me extremely impressed thus far, but even my newly acquired rocket launcher didn’t seem to have the kaboom required to cast such a bulky mess. Forty feet was about all I could manage at the end of the day, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sloppily reaching.
- Ghosts to Raise Ghosts: Afternoon Arsenal on Soldier Pond
Regardless, even with a lighter leader, my seemingly football field length bomber casts still haven’t been producing fish. With April water levels resembling those of late June, I’m still holding on to hope that it might be just a tad too early in the season for the all-out blitz I’m looking for. Grey Ghost, Green Ghost, and any other variation I can think to tie simply aren’t raising these ghostly salmon. With a little luck I’m hoping things might pick up just in time for my vacation next week. Time will most certainly tell.
- Spring Sunset, April 9th
See you on the river,
-Ben
Happy Easter
If the Easter Bunny didn’t show up at your dwelling this morning, look no further for answers as to his whereabouts. The cause of death is still under investigation, but my money is on a few innovative muskie fishermen who I know are experimenting with a new live baiting technique. Honestly though, what kind of rabbit lays eggs? That story is so far fetched.
- Easter Bunny turned muskie bait on the Saint John River.
“April Fools”
- My life is organized around fly fishing; perfectly planned and carefully calculated from every possible angle. This winter I made it a point to plan my season the way an architect lays out his latest project. I started by tying flies, everything from a grey ghost to a rainbow selection of hornburgs. As the snow began to fall, reading seemed like the logical next step. I worked my way through Casting With Lefty Kreh, The Alaska Chronicles, A River Runs Through It, and recently The River Why. On Up’North I’ve dabbled in poetry and short stories, while also composing the occasional “I hate winter” post to try to ease the pain.
By the end of February I experienced my first symptoms of Spring fever and started a countdown to April 1st on my laptop, iPad, and phone. My friends and family called me crazy when I began organizing my rods and reels, clearing out my fly boxes, and filling magazines with sticky notes labeling all of my favorite gear. First on the list was a jacket, waders and boots. Simms and L.L.Bean provided plenty of options, and I began withholding small amounts from each paycheck in preparation for placing orders at the end of March. Because representing the companies that support me is always at the top of my list, I made sure to stock up on decals as well. Die-cuts for the canoe were a must, extras for friends, neighbors, and random street signs also found their way into the mix.
- I wasn’t sleeping through opening morning. No way, no how.
When opening day finally arrived yesterday, my alarm sang a cheerful tune at 3:45am….and again at 4…..and then at 4:10 for good measure. Sunday morning is prime sleeping time, and my excitement just barely won a battle with my warm pillow as I planted my feet firmly on the floor and reached for the light. Two coffees and just over an hour later found me on the water, bundled and casting from the front deck of Derick’s square-stern Scott canoe with ice forming on my eyelashes. We claimed the title of first boat on the river in 2012, and it only took Derick 20 minutes to reel in what would be the first of four muskie that day, including the very first one of the season as the sun snuck over the horizon at 6am.
The conditions remained cold throughout the morning, climbing into the low 40s by the time we finally pulled out of the water around 11am. When the day was over my guide and his four fish were the only ones we could manage, while my rod and reel with nearly identical rigging was packed up with nothing to show for it’s (and my) efforts. I guess that’s why they call it fishing, not catching. Regardless, a few other friends did manage some great fish during the a.m. hours of day one. Corey Daigle of Fort Kent caught and released what had to be the fish of the day, a 22lb beauty that you can admire in one of the photos below. Brad Plourde and Ronald Jandreau made some noise early on as well with a few sizable fish of their own. Me? Muskie fishing has never been my strong point, and I’m honestly not sure it ever will be. I do have great respect for the anglers that chase these massive fish however, knowing from personal experience that it truly is “the fish of a thousand casts.” If luck and time afford me the pleasure, I look forward to connecting with a few in the near future.
- Maine Guide Derick Plourde poses with the first (and his first of 4) muskie of 2012 at 6am on April 1st.
- Corey Daigle with a 22lb beauty on opening day!
- Brad Plourde with a healthy early season muskie!
- The man, the myth, The legend Mr. Ron Jandreau with a great fish to start out his 2012 season!
……but not too near in the future of course….I have some salmon to catch. I managed a single hour of casting for salmon with my helios on opening day before the wind and ice chased me from the water. Tomorrow will be a different story…..after work of course.
See you on the river, bundled and casting with a big goofy smile.
-Ben
And It Begins
Day 1 of the 2012 open water fishing season is officially in the books! An early morning was the key to success this time, and captain Derplo hit the ground running with his first four muskie of the season. No bombers to brag about this time,though the river did give up at least one monster that I know of.
Muskie fishing is still relatively new to me, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely out of my element today. Still, it was great to be on the river for the first time since late last Summer. 5:30am on April 1st is by far the earliest I’ve ever been on the water, and mother nature wasted no time reminding us that ice was still very much a part of the scenery. Frozen guides, frozen lines, and frozen fingers made this day one I won’t soon forget. Check back tomorrow for a full account of the day, and enjoy a few photos while you wait! I have a warm bed waiting, and a fresh season to dream about.
- Saint John River, April 1st
- Derick Plourde releasing his first muskie of the year. April 1st, 2012-6am, 17F
See you on the river,
-Ben
It’s Coming
As you’ve undoubtedly noticed, Up’North is counting down the days until the 2012 open water fishing season arrives on Sunday, April 1st. I’ve been writing for the better part of three hours, but my excitement dealt a knockout blow to my grammar and organizational skills before I could put the finishing touches on my “Gear in Review” post. Check back tomorrow for the finished (and hopefully polished) piece offering an inside look at some of the gear I’ll be testing throughout the 2012 season. Great products from Loon Outdoors, Orvis, L.L.Bean, Lamson-Waterworks, and more. For now, enjoy a little photography from this past Fall at Round Pond. I’ll come back atchya’ before you know it!
3 days and counting, waiting about as patiently as you might expect.
-Ben
Bartender, on Ice!
I know northern Maine is far from the only place experiencing unusually warm temperatures lately, but this is downright frightening. I have watched the Fish river thaw in the front of my house for the better part of a month, but I never expected it to be free and clear of ice before April 1st. The first official day of open water fishing is rarely a day that sees me on the water, but mother nature seems to have other plans this time around.
March 20 is the earliest I have ever personally seen the Fish river running clear, and I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it. The strange weather will likely result in a less-than-predictable Spring fishing season; and unless we get some rain in the near future, running the river through late May will be a chore. Regardless, I have less than two weeks to make my final preparations before I open the door on my first full season of fly fishing northern rivers in nearly six years.
- Fish River free of Ice, March 20, 2012
Meanwhile, I was lucky enough to haul one last brook trout through the ice this past saturday before the end of the ice fishing season. The temps climbed well into the 60s as we watched our flags from lawn chairs parked in the middle of the lake. In addition to the trout we landed nearly a dozen perch and a lonely chub before the sun sank down behind the mountains. Only eleven days left until open water fishing, and I can’t wait to trade the snowmobiles and ice traps in for my canoe and fly rods. Viva la ice-out!
- 16inch Brook Trout fresh from the ice.
See you on the river,
-Ben
Cover Your…
Up’North recently made it’s marketing debut courtesy of Travis Duval and the great people at United Insurance! See that brook trout? I put it to net in 2008 during a beautiful Fall evening trolling streamers on the Fish river. Catching that fish remains one of my most cherished memories in fly fishing, and I couldn’t be more proud that the hard-working people at United Insurance decided to use my photo when designing their new guide pamphlet for 2012.
I’ve known Travis Duval for as long as I can remember, and aside from being a standup guy, he also holds a true passion for hunting and fishing. Whether he’s chasing partridge in the Allagash during the dead of Fall, or casting for muskie on the Saint John River, Travis lives his life in and around the Maine wilderness. If you make your living guiding clients in the Maine’s great outdoors, why not trust an insurance agent who truly knows what you need in an insurance policy? Review the materials below, and feel free to give your friendly area agent a call with any questions or inquiries.
Travis knows what you need to guide your next outdoor adventure, and that knowledge provides him with the expertise needed to guide your insurance decisions as well.
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A sincere thank you goes out to Travis Duval, Thibodeau’s Insurance, and the rest of the United Insurance family. See you on the river; wherever the current takes you!
-Ben
Sunday River 2012
Before fly fishing became my passion, skiing controlled my youth. I would spend every weeknight after school bagging groceries, Fall break picking potatoes, and Summer mowing lawns and doing odd-jobs in support of a hobby that had turned into my obsession by age 17. We skied in October on only inches of snow, we prayed for powder days, and we did things on skis that our parents swore would get us killed.. While I’m obviously still alive and kickin’, I can say with confidence looking back that some of my most treasured memories were made on the snow.
- Sunday River 2012
For financial reasons and obvious time constraints, I drifted from skiing during my college years. A passion that consumed over 100 solid days of my life during any given season was reduced to a hobby enjoy no more than a handful of times during winter breaks and precious weekend getaways. Friends moved away, priorities changed, and I caught the fly fishing bug. Fortunately for me, this long weekend with great friends went a long way towards reigniting the fire. A new tradition born, and some new memories made on the snow! Now bring on the Spring thaw!
Love is Blind (and slimy)
Most people don’t get it when we tell them we love fishing. They think they have it figured out, but they seldom do. It’s the kind of love that ignores the obvious annoyances like biting black flies, soaking downpours, and relentless winds. The kind that gets us up early, keeps us out late, and wreaks havoc on our bank accounts by preventing any sort of monetary growth. We dodge ice chunks in early Spring, brave blistering sun in the dead of Summer, and travel to some of the most remote (and not so remote) waters in search of trout, salmon, and muskie. We miss family functions, skip out on work, make lasting memories, embellish those memories to spin a good fishing tale, and spend every day on the water as if it’s our last.
I know very few people in this area who love fishing as much as I do, but Alex Plourde is most certainly one of those few. Ice fishing has always taken a back seat to fly tying in my book, but Alex truly loves pulling fish through the ice in sub-zero temperatures. Nearly always practicing catch and release, here is Mr. Plourde planting a kiss before releasing a feisty salmon back to the icy depths. Love is blind, and in this case slimy.
See you on the water, whatever the weather.
-Ben
Last Light
And the show goes on…..
Five more shots to close out the “Sunny Daze” series. No fancy explanations, not hidden secrets, just photography. A few of these shots were taken as far back as 2002, and all but two were taken with a beat up 5MP point-and-shoot. Just goes to show you, big expensive cameras aren’t always what make good shots. More times than not, nature plays the most significant role in the process. I guess I’ve just been lucky enough to have a camera handy when the show starts.
Enjoy!
Sunny Daze: Part II
Welcome to round two of Up’North’s “Sunny Daze” photography feature! The following three photos were shot (descending) on Long Lake, along the historic Allagash Wilderness Waterway; on the Saint John River near Frenchville; and at a Summer camp on Little Sebago Lake in Raymond. All photos share a common trait in that each scene was enjoyed among a group of friends during long weekends that turned out to be some of the most memorable of my life.
It may sound arrogant, but sunsets like these are what I’ve grown to expect living in Maine. Regardless, it goes without saying that every new experience holds the potential of being more breathtaking than the last. Occasionally during the editing process I’ll make alternate versions of the same image in trying to portray or hint towards different feelings or emotions. These attempts can be seen in the first two images, and their stories can be found within the captions below.
When first viewed, this image was more dull and gray than it was warming. I saw things a little differently and went to work trying to optimize the sun's reflection off the water. This was the end result of nearly two hours of trial and error.
The bright colors of this image happened purely by accident as I was trying to create a silhouette with the birds and church. I liked what I saw and decided to run with it. The end result remains one of my most memorable photos.
The final image is special for me because it is actually my first attempt at introducing live subjects into my scenic photography. She didn’t know she was being include in the photo, but I hope she is pleased with the end results. I opted to darken the tree-line and her silhouette, while at the same time upping the saturation (only very slightly) of the fading sun. I regret not capturing more of the dock, I think that might have helped take some focus away from the sunset, while drawing more attention to my subject’s silhouette. Then again, it’s difficult to be dissatisfied with this image as a first attempt.
Check back soon for the final installment of Up’North’s sunset feature, and for some exciting news regarding a new partner, and a whole new slew of new viewers that I look forward to welcoming to the site in the coming months.
Tight Lines,
-Ben
Sunny Daze
I love taking pictures. No particular rhyme or reason as to why, I just enjoy being behind the lens. For some people I guess taking pictures could be about showing off, and I can see that. Living in a beautiful place is nothing to be ashamed of, and even I have been known to snap the occasional “look where I live” photos when the opportunity presents itself. Photography is like fly fishing for me in that I am constantly learning and growing every time I’m in the field. Each outing I appreciate the process a little more, and every new photograph feels more polished and refined than the last.
Every photographer has a signature style or element that is readily apparent in all of their work. For me, that element has always been clouds. Adding clouds to any backdrop introduces a highly manipulative element that can give photos personality and depth. I live for partly sunny days when the cloud cover is sparse and well-defined, stretching endlessly across a deep blue sky in dancing streams of white and gray. But above all, I love shooting clouds during the final moments of daylight. The special relationship between cloud cover and the fading sun is one that I’ve grown to appreciate deeply in recent years. Sunset backgrounds cycle and disappear often, only allowing precious moments to get that prime shot. I feel blessed to live in a place where the sun always sets against a stunningly beautiful, natural background. I do my best to capture those pristine moments before they slip away, and over the years have managed to photograph more than my fair share of sunsets in what I regard as some of the most relaxing and remote locations in the world.
The photos below are some of my favorites, and the moments they were taken are moments I will never forget. Over the next few days Up’North will roll out 12 never before seen sunset photographs taken from 2009 to 2011. Some are completely natural, never altered or touched up in any way. Others have alterations in contrast, saturation, and exposure. I take great pride in these shots, and appreciate any and all reader comments or constructive criticism.
As always, thank you for visiting Up’North Maine Fly Castings. Check back soon for new updates, and be sure to check out the gallery for my complete collection of outdoor photographs and landscapes.
Tight Lines,
-Ben
“When I Grow Up”
….I want to be part of the research and development team for Loon Outdoors.
No seriously, whoever originally pitched this idea at the Loon product meeting should get an instant induction into the fly fishing hall of fame. Something so simple, so useful, so brilliantly perfect in every way. It’s like they followed the Up’North crew on a fishing trip, reviewed the footage, and designed a product based on what they felt would make our time on the water more enjoyable. The R&D for these nippers must have been priceless, how could it not be? They probably didn’t need to test them on the water, but who would pass up that opportunity? I’ve always been a fan of Loon products, but this addition tops them all. Extra wide thumb pads, hook-eye clearing needle, and…….a bottle opener. This nifty little tool is a long time coming in my neck of the woods.
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The people at Loon Outdoors undoubtedly realize that R&D doesn’t stop once your product reaches fly shop shelves. Constant testing in the harshest of environments is a necessary part of product development, and I for one would be more than willing to lend a hand in the process. What better place than northern Maine to put your gear through the necessary paces? No such place exists. Please note, I accept free samples for testing purposes. Just sayin’.
In all seriousness, this product is one of those little innovations that just seems to make sense. I commend the people at Loon Outdoors for bringing some refreshing (no pun intended) originality into the nipper department. This is sure to be a huge product for them in 2012, and is already creating a worthy buzz among industry insiders and average Joes alike. Just another “must have” tool to have handy when the Spring salmon run pops off (again, no pun intended) after ice-out.
Pray for hasty thaw!
-Ben
“Hardly Hunting”
Sitting silent listen closely whisper windswept wilderness.
Frozen fingers each breath lingers cotton cammo woolen dress.
Warmth a mystery ancient history snow falls steady forest floor.
Miles from nowhere movement somewhere listen closely breathe no more.
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Densely darkened daylight dimming vast horizon fading fast
Sunshine struggles falling farther treeline silhouette is cast.
Honest hours watching waiting notice nothing clear dismay
Deadline drawing nearer precious time ticks hopelessly away.
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Hardly hunting seldom shooting simply sitting solitude
Finding joy in failure crisp clear mind inspired pleasant mood
Empty handed hasty headed home down back roads steady roll
Surely passing time descending purifying country soul.
New From L.L.Bean
L.L.Bean has been pouring loads of R&D into their fly fishing lineup in recent years, and the Pocket Water Fly Rod and Reel are proof that their efforts are paying off. With four different options between a 6’6″ 3wt and a 7’10″ 5wt, the Pocket Water series is a beautifully affordable addition to an already attractive lineup of quality rods. Designed for small stream or pond casts of under 40 feet, this portable four piece rod is the perfect companion on your next fishing trip in the rugged north Maine woods. Combined with the simple, functional Pocket Water reel, this outfit is a lightweight answer to your backwoods prayers. Crafted out of machined 6000-series aluminum and armed with a dependable click-and-pawl drag, this reel will be right at home in the bed of a pickup or the bottom of a boat. Available separately (rod available now, reel January 16) or together as an outfit (February 24), the Pocket Water series is at the top of my list for Spring 2012. Head over to L.L.Bean now to get your first glimpse today!
- L.L.Bean Pocket Water Fly Rod & Reel
Tight Lines and Happy……Winter? Hold out for Spring by updating your arsenal!
-Ben
Quality Time
Some days, some hours, some moments are far too timeless to capture in a single photograph….but I can still try can’t I?
- A weekend catch for gramps! Togue, Trout, and more!
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