Friday, June 30, 2017

Maine and the Miramichi - June, 2017

How often do you truly get a chance to step back in time?  A lad I tie streamers for, Ryan U. of  Washburn, Maine, did just that when he invited me to spend a couple days with him fishing at a camp he has been going to since he was a boy. As far as its location, this is all I'm going to say about that...it's somewhere in here (click on the pics for the bigger photo):


The ride into the camp provided one spectacular view of Maine's forests after another.  We even got a glimpse of Mount Katahdin in the distance:

 
 After a good hour's drive, we came to the camp gate.  As a dyed-in-the-wool grouse hunter, I knew I was in a good place:
 

The camp is situated where a lake empties into a small river.  There is a good landlocked salmon pool right down in front:



The camp was built in 1932.  At that time there was no road into the camp; all of camp life's necessities had to be poled/portaged upriver, including the massive kitchen wood stove/oven.  If ever the phrase "that was when men were men" was appropriate, it had to be here.  I fell in love with the place the minute we drove up to it:

 
 
The kitchen was one cast iron pan and old stew pot after another.  Imagine the trout, salmon and venison cooked here!  I even figured out how to make coffee in the old percolator.  It was the best...I'm on the search for one myself now



And then there's the table.  For more than 80 years, sports have taken their meals and shared their drinks and stories around it.  Oh, the tales and fabrications that have been told there!


Even a nice little library!


And I bet a good number of whitetails came out of the woods on this sled:


This sign cracked me up - how could you not be happy in a place like this (black flies notwithstanding - they were awesome in the old-timey sense of the word)?

 
 
It has probably been five or six years since I've fished for trout.  I really had to rummage around the cave to find the gear I needed for the trip, but eventually I was able to put the old CFO III together with the not-quite-as-old 5-weight Trident TL  rod.  The CFO is as rough around the edges as I feel most days.  And the Trident actually felt heavy to me, for a trout rod.  Technology has raged ahead in terms of what rods are made of these days; don't think I'll bother catching up.  I did really wish I hadn't sold all of my cane rods, though.  Would've been perfect in this setting.
 
 
I did manage to scrounge up a few trout flies.
 
 
The fishing options were pretty cool: wade or troll the river, or troll the lake in Ryan's great 24-foot Scott square stern canoe.  So we did both!
 
Ryan hooked right up after we settled into camp and got down to business with a nice little landlocked in front of camp:
 
 
 


I did well with a little size 10 Stimulator, landing several nice brook trout a ways downriver from camp (right where Ryan said they would be!):
 

The lake itself is incredible - there is only one other set of camps on it.  Take a little cruise with us:


Something to be said for simply messing about in boats, eh?

We managed several smallish landlocks trolling.  I think, even though it was fairly early in June, that the bigger fish were already down below our sinktips.  Sunset there makes you forget your cares and whoas.


Even managed a moonshot between the trees!


I needed to head to New Brunswick Friday morning.  After a bit of fishing, a pair of loons showed up to see me off.


Ryan was a great and knowledgeable host.  I really appreciate that he took time off work to introduce me to the camp.  I can't thank him enough for this "step back in time."


On to New Brunswick!  I crossed the border at a new location for me, Centreville, NB.  Mostly an agricultural crossing, a very nice young woman was the agent.  She asked me the usual questions, then "why was I crossing here?"  I explained that I had been fishing in northern Maine, and that this crossing made the most sense, time-wise.  She asked a few more questions, the last being had I ever been arrested?  I think I said no, so she invited me to pull over while she "authenticated" my identity.  So after I cooled my jets for about ten minutes in the truck, she approached and asked me if I had gotten a DUI in 1979.  1979.  Almost 40 years ago. When I replied "no", she asked me my social security number.  I told her what it is, and she just shrugged, said "Must be a different Gary", handed me my passport, and said have a nice day.  Weirdest border crossing ever for me, and I do it six or seven times per year.

Now, if you ever cross there, and want to get to Boiestown, NB, do not EVER use route 107 to get there.  Hands down the worst paved road I have ever been on, and I used to drive 60,000 miles per year for the Turkey Federation, from Maine to Michigan to Virginia.  I was surprised I had any teeth left and my truck had any suspension left when I finally got to Boiestown!  Rant over.

The main purpose of my trip was to do the Central New Brunswick Woodmens Museum annual auction.  Crowd was great, and we raised almost $11,000 for the museum.  Everyone got into the spirit of things:


Courtesy of Dan Bullock, I got to stay in the Log Camp.  It belongs to Vin Swazey; the Bullock's lease it from June 1 to the end of the salmon season.  I very much appreciate the gesture...I could sit on the camp's little porch and watch the river go by all day.


Most Junes, Vin Swazey and I like to take a little trip to parts of NB that neither of us have seen (hard for him, easy for me).  We tried to find the Christmas Mountains a year or two ago, but didn't find them.  Renate Bullock came with us this year, and I had a map!


Occasionally, there's even a sort of road sign to help you on your way.  Good thing we didn't need gas.


I have to find out the history of how the Christmas Mountains got named.  I did figure we were on the right track when I saw this sign:


There was actually an even better roadside clue:

We are talking beautiful country here:



We saw this little sign pointing to a Crown Reserve section of the river (North Pole Stream) and decided to take the road (for those that don't know - Crown Reserve waters may only be fished by NB residents, and only then through a lottery system.  I think it's a great system):


What's not to like about the decision to make the turn?


On the way in, we saw this big doe feeding in a small clearcut.  Obviously, it hadn't been sprayed with herbicide yet to kill all the hardwoods (and her food).  Not a good system.


Eventually, we made our way to what is known as the Palisades Crown Reserve stretch of water.  Glorious.


Found the trail along the river to a couple of the pools:


Table Rock:


 
The Palisades
 
 
 
Renate was actually able to photograph the elusive forest gnome that is wishfully indigenous to the region.  Always be on the lookout for their type; they steal beer:
 


After our visit to the Palisades, we stopped roadside for a little lunch, courtesy Renate and Vin:


We had three moose sighting along the way (all 300 km of it!).  Here are two.  Renate and Vin were chatting (I was driving) and missed the big cow that was running along side us about 10 feet away!



That was one of our better trips, especially since we actually got where we intended to go!  I spent a couple more relaxing days in camp.  Got to watch a whole hatch of eagles soaring around over the river:


And fished a little.


Sadly, all I hooked over three lovely evenings was a miserable 15" striped bass that has no business being in this part of the river.  Hope it recovered after I tripped and fell and it hit its head on a rock before getting back into the river!

Please remember to take time and smell the flowers this summer.


Cheers,
Gary

















 

 

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16 comments:

  1. now you can see why it takes me so long to come for a visit.lol. When you hit Centreville you drove right by my house. Love you blog buddy,now write that book

    Stephen

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  2. Stephen, that road is cruel and unusual punishment...I have new appreciation for your visits! The book is done, waiting on the publisher (in NB!)

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  3. Awesome - nice to have friends like that take you to the wilderness (or fishing heaven)

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    1. You are exactly right, Eunan. At this stage of my life, I've found that it is far more about the friends than it is about the fish. Looking forward to seeing you in Miramichi in 2018!

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  4. Great post Gary. Couldn't figure out if it was that percolator or a camp in Northern Maine that you were looking for. If you are looking for a camp I've got one for you on Souderhunk Lake... Those Maine brookies are really special, but it is hard to spend much time fishing for them when you could be on the Miramichi chasing salmon!

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    1. It's the percolator, Brad. And I totally agree about being on the Miramichi, although the camp in Maine was a special experience@

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  5. Another enjoyable post Gary. I venture across rte 107 once each summer on my motorcycle then go to the dentist to repair my broken teeth. Our tax dollars seem to be earmarked for other uses than highway repair. We in NB are trying to live up to our new motto "the drive through province" and poor roads is our approach in that reguard!
    Brian C

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    1. Glad you enjoyed it Brian! I can't even imagine doing Rt 107 on a bike!!!

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  6. Thanks for sharing, Gary. Great story of your trip and photos to match!

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  7. Great stuff. Should you go back and have the need of a cook, caddie or perhaps general camp follower, I'd be glad to go. It's pretty good being you!

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  8. Good morning, Sir~

    Well, I was prepared for the spectacular log cabin and wonderful cook stove for the "step back in time" - but I was simply bowled over by the photo of you with a PAPER MAP!!! - that REALLY brought back old times.....

    All the best,

    C. F.

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  9. Jim Carter's camp I think , have you read Jack Ahern's 'Bound For Munsungun' ?

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    1. I haven't but will look for it today!

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    2. BTW, Igor Sikorski of Bradford Camps has several copies of Bound for Munsungun for sale. I bought one!

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