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Rhon Bell

Rhon Bell, an outdoor enthusiast, spends his time exploring the Maine Woods and documenting his journeys. Growing up in Aroostook County, he embraced the outdoor lifestyle at a young age. Living today near Portland, he spends weekends and week-long adventures hiking New England summits, canoeing the historic Maine waterways, and ice fishing for lake trout. Follow the journey as Window to the Woods discovers new destinations, and check out his other blog, Backwoods Plaid.

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Posted: August 7, 2014

Lessons about life and fishing Maine’s rivers

Written by: Rhon Bell

It can be difficult this time of year to find productive trout and salmon fishing – with a spin or fly setup. Sometimes on the right day, at the right time, with the right fly, at the proper water hole – you can easily catch your limit. That day isn’t today. However, any day you’re waist deep in a river beats being waist deep at the office. Other than its famed logging history, the Penobscot River is known for beautiful landlocked salmon and native brook trout. Spring and fall typically are the best seasons to experience success. As the summer rolls on, it can be tough, particularly for a novice fly fisherman (like myself) to bring much to the surface. Reading the water and choosing the proper fly can seem like a guessing game – that’s why I resort to the lowly tactic of asking other fisherman what’s working for them. Whether that’s tremendously terrible luck or plain foolish – I take their (typically) kind-hearted advice.



The excitement is always in the journey itself and becoming more proficient with my setup, in my casting, knot tying and pretending to know which section of the water is best to cast to, as if behind each rock I choose is a fat trout lying in wait of my mischosen fly. A morning rain shower clears momentarily, giving me time to soak in the serene river sights and sounds outside Baxter State Park. Trying out several spots along the river affords me a chance to head back to my truck (and cooler) and grab a cold, refreshing malt beverage… and re-evaluate. Success isn’t always calculated by how the number or size of the fish you catch, but spending time with those you care about in a place much greater than yourself.

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