Sunday, July 3, 2016
We've been in Maine for only a short while. The cabin is beautiful, and very close to a pond that apparently has a population of brook trout. I've already done some things I've not done before: On the drive up we saw a cow moose and her calf, last night we went out on the canoe and saw and heard a loon, and this morning I hiked a couple miles out some old logging roads and caught my first Maine brook trout. Not the most impressive fish in the world, but then again it did come out of a stream so small it isn't on any of the maps I've looked at. There were a few bigger streams with beaver ponds in the area, but I was on my own with no cell service and I was beginning to see the tracks of a huge bull moose tracks crossing the road and I could hear him moving around just a short distance away in the thick brush. I did not feel like becoming a pancake so I turned back.