Lynn York Traveling south from Fort Kent on my return from the Author’s Conference, I stopped in Caribou, Presque Isle, and Houlton, Maine.  On Routes 161 and then 1, expansive vistas open one after the other as though on a reel of film.  It had been years since I’d been back to this part of [...] Continue Reading

I returned yesterday from Fort Kent, Maine, which is almost as far north as you can go and still be in Maine.  Estcourt Station is actually the farthest.  The reason for my trip and my stay in Fort Kent was an Author’s Conference.  It would be difficult to adequately express how meaningful this event was [...] Continue Reading

When I’ve told longtime fishing clients and friends that I’ve lately taken up the passion of fly tying, some have said, “What took you so long?” Well, I figure new passions are good at any age, so I saved some up.  Now, I try to spend an hour or two every day at this new ‘vise’ of [...] Continue Reading

Salvatore D’Amico might be an unusual name for a fishing guide in Maine’s Rangeley Lakes region, but that’s the least of Sal’s worries.  In fact, nothing about him smacks of native or local. It is what it is though, and Sal makes no apologies to anyone.  Yes, he has a past, and it had nothing [...] Continue Reading

  These came up from the depths on Saturday morning to liven things up out on the ice.  It was a brilliant, high pressure, “bluebird day.”  The whitefish is 17 1/2 inches, the lake trout (togue) 20 inches.  Imagine them hours later in a skillet!   Outside, it was zero degrees and blowing as the woodstove [...] Continue Reading

This trail was first brushed out by Sonny Sprague, the legendary Grand Lake Stream figure I wrote about in my book, “Where Cool Waters Flow.”  The trail was too “boney” for a snowmobile, because the skis would bash into rocks just beneath the snow.  Another half a foot to a foot of snow would be [...] Continue Reading

We traveled overland on 8-10 inches of snow to a remote pond teaming with baitfish.  This is one night’s haul, to be used on ice fishing outings in the coming weeks.  They’ll be stored in a holding box under the ice in 8 feet of water.

Found:  This Perrine, aluminum fly box containing approximately 125 home-tied flies was picked up in the parking lot of a convenience store somewhere in Maine.  Apart from many creative patterns, perhaps invented at the vise of this fly tier, there are classic imitations too:  Black Ghosts, Hornbergs, Royal Coachman, and there appear to be some [...] Continue Reading

I’ve recently stepped, shyly, into the new truck market, after logging a solid 170,000 miles on my 1995 F150, soon headed down the road of diminishing returns.  It still runs, as my father used to say, “like a Swiss watch,” but I do have clients to consider. Out where I guide on the Canadian border [...] Continue Reading

One of the high points of my ongoing book tour since the publication of “Where Cool Waters Flow” was to speak last night at the Somerset Club on Beacon Hill in Boston.  Bill Ames was the club host and he produced one of the most interesting, wonderful audiences I’ve ever had the privilege to speak [...] Continue Reading