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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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Window to the Woods with Rhon Bell
Posted: September 3, 2013

Hunting & Fishing at Camp in the Maine Woods

Conversation revolved around a particular question after reaching our cabin Friday night. “How many rounds you put through this one”, we each asked, picking up one another’s handguns and rifles – inspecting each. Five of us had gathered from as far away as Rhode Island to take in the Maine woods, bum around a family camp and cook over an open fire. The camp, smack dab in the middle of nowhere, sits behind a gate that only three individuals have the key to: my buddy, his grandfather, and the logging company. And the logging company doesn’t come here. For entire weekend we have 3,000 acres – it’s woods and waters – all to ourselves.

I wake early Saturday morning and stoke a fire. We all gather for a breakfast of sausage, green pepper, and onions – all lightly charred from a hand-me-down, seasoned cast iron pan. We toss a combination of the above into a roll and enjoy a lasting meal before piling into the bed of a late 90’s Ford pickup and setting off down an old dirt road. With frequent stops to toss a fishing line into the occasional brook or target practice with empty cans, the day is thoroughly enjoyed.
An afternoon hike brings us atop a private mountain. Within 30 minutes we reach “The Ledges”, a rock-faced bluff, offering exquisite views of Acadia Park. You might as well call it Lookout Mountain. We spend a couple hours chatting, our feet dangling from the rocky ledge, while staring 100’s of feet down on the tops of white pines, distant lakes, and Cadillac Mountain.
I consistently say that no better time can be had than that which is spent in the woods and each week I grow more fond of the concept. Here, life can be spent as intended with a bright sun shining directly above, friends at your side and enjoying what Mother Nature has to offer – it also helps when you have a cold drink in your hand.
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