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Cold, windy, very much Maine in the spring. Fishing was slow, old guy I
met there, been fishing it since WW2 said "worst year I've seen".

Figures

Arrived about 3pm. Settled into camp. Gary Cobb is an interesting fellow,
just sort of waits to see if you have anything to say. Met a guy on the
way in, white Buick, NH plates. Curious fellow. Immediately asked me to
tie him ½ dozen brown nymphs. Said the hendricksons were about to start
hatching and we hit it at a good time.

Went out did nothing much. After dinner the guy was fishing right off our
docks. He gave us a black wolly bugger, curious tie, had a beard made of
deer hair. He told us to meet him at the island where he was staying in
about 45 mins. We motored over and he was fishing from the ledge on the
Island. He had us cast off a rock pile, didn’t do much, and then told us
he had a "pet trout" named Tucker. Mentioned he had an unattended fire
and he needed to get back to it, but that we should drift around the
point of the island and cast. Then he laid something on the ledge and
said they were "lucky pills" and that we had to eat one and we’d catch
the pet trout. He was very insistent about it. I was more than a bit
wierded out by this, but as he went up the hill I pulled the boat in and
there were two cherries on the ledge. Donna grabbed them. We then drifted
the point, I ate a cherry and got a 16-17" landlocked salmon. Go figure.
Nothing else. Still the entire thing was wierd.

Wednesday we didn't catch squat. She didn't want to go up the thorougfare
to the upper pond, looked iffy to me, and we took crap for it from
everyone else. :-)

Thursday we trolled marabou gray ghosts. One small brookie, 10" or so off
bonsai rock. Donna got a 12-13" brookie off Fox island. After lunch we
came back, had hits, no hookups. Big duns hatching everywhere. No rising.
The feckn duns were huge, #10 slate gray things. Everyone was calling
them hendricksons, yeah right. Dark Hendrickson in a #14, as recommended,
was just a wee bit small.

Typical Maine spring weather. When the sun's out, it was calm and warm,
dark cloud goes over, wind whips up and it's feckn cold as hell.

Was good, Cobbs is a comfortable camp, food was good, not as good as
Lakewood, but lakewood is about $50 more a day. I'd go back, probably
will, next year (06) for the hex in late June. Unless I could get in at
iceout I wouldn't bother with spring fishing. For hex, I'd be temped to
stay on Fox island campsite, looks really nice. Good spot.

Today we drove out. Never saw the wierd fekker again. Left his flies on
the windshield of the car he was driving, odd too, his boat was at the
landing without a motor but the car was still there. He was staying on
Abbe's island in that camp the first night.

Water temp in the lower pond was 45, middle pond was 50, which explains
both the heavier hatch and the more active fishing up there. All I know
is that when I waded out to pull the boat on the trailer I thort I was
gonna die, 45 is too feckn cold.

Stopped and got SWMBO her own reel/lines for whatever reason she can't
deal with a left hand retrieve and kept reeling in backwards, no end to
the horror there. So I got her one of those STH cassette things and a
full sink and floating line. She's good to go now. Bet she doesn't fish
again this year. :-)

Flyfish

Yeah fukkers I'm back. Pics he

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