Window to the Woods with Rhon Bell
Posted: September 3, 2013
Hunting & Fishing at Camp in the Maine Woods
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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.