Latest and greatest from the Kennebago

The rain has got to stop sometime and it finally has. Despite the rain ,Jim and I headed to Kennebago earlier this week. It ended up being just a slight drizzle by the time we got there. Of course the road in was muddy, mushy and down right slippery . We came in from the Rangeley side for a change. I say that because it was technically the Rangeley side over near Wilson.s mills where we started. Jim figured there had to be a road from Black Brook Cove, (The western end of the Lincoln pond road) to the Magalloway river. Of course I agreed with him. So off we go "exploring" roads and using a map that would have been better used as fire starter. To make this short, we ended up at Lincoln pond, in someone's camp site and lost as we could be. The map was not right , not to scale and printed by some idiot in New Jersey who probably has never even been to Maine. WE ended up coming back out to route 16 and going back to the Morton Cut-off road. I guess the lesson I am trying to use here is if you are going to go "bundocking" which we all do to find new fishing spots, PLEASE take a good and current map.

The Morton road had been graded cause Cupsuptic Campground has primitive sights just off the Lincoln Pond road on the river. But the stretch from the turn off to the Kennebago bridge was pretty rough. The grader was parked at the turn around so maybe he'll work on the road to the bridge. The rain has brought a lot of rocks up and made puddles to splash in.
So far this season has not brought much in the way of sunny weather but that is a nice thing about the Kennebago, There are fish to be caught even in rain. In fact I have better luck in the rain on the river and have caught some very nice fish in the rain. Rain and cold weather tends to drive trout and salmon down where it is even temp and not mixed up by rain .In fact game fish will swallow small pebbles just to weigh themselves down to stay on the bottom. So the best thing to do is go down after them. That is just what we did. A sinking tip line is a pretty handy thing to have. I use the 25' hi-D sink tip from beans. there are lots of others around but I have found that this one does well for me. Most fly fishermen prefer to use dry line and dry flies but if you really want to tackle nice fish, you have to get down where they are.
This entire adventure does have a very silvery lining, as part of our little 'ride" in the woods and corrections we found something very interesting and a really great fishing spot. Most fishermen know that all tributaries to the Kennebago are completely closed to fishing, this of course includes Crowley brook. BUT it says nothing about where it comes into the Kennebago and where they merge into some really nice trout and salmon water. I can not tell you exactly how to get there but I can show you. It is great fishing, lots of water and lots of fish and far from the crowds you usually find at the bridge. It was a great find and a is rapidly becoming a favorite fishing spot of mine. I tied on my usual for new water, a size 8 Muddler. This is the best imitation of a small fish or bait fish I know of.

Hook: Mustad 38941 size # 8 to 12, or 9575 streamer hook

Thread: Tan 8/0

Tail / Tag: Turkey feather, mottled.

Body: Medium flat gold tinsel wrapped over bare hook shank.

Ribbing: Medium oval gold tinsel.

Underwing: Grey squirrel tail hair.

Wings: 2 sections of mottled turkey wing.

Head / Collar: Natural deer hair spun and trimmed to a cone shape.

Note: The head is trimmed in a bullet shape and tapered back.

This pattern is the original but I have found that if you replace the squirrel tail with some yellow calf tail it seems to work better

Additional Information: One of the most popular flies, the muddler minnow represents a variety of trout foods. Fished as a dry it can represent a hopper or a moth. Fished as a streamer the muddler can represent a sculpin. The first muddler minnow originated in the 1930s but it has been changed by every flytyer in the world.

A Hornberg will work in a pinch but a muddler is still hard to beat. We headed down the river and right off we both figured that the Muddler was the one cause I got several hits sub surface at confluency of the two bodies of water. To keep this part of the story short, I'll say we both got fish all the way to the loggers bridge pool. 12" trout was about the best we could do. It was fast furious these fish were hungry for almost anything. It has rained off and on since early May so they really have not had a chance to feed on hatches or terrestrials yet. So the bait fish are really getting hit hard. Speaking of bait fish. when you wade the Kennebago I am sure you will see schools of bait fish swimming around your feet. Some of these get pretty good size (5"-6"). The fact here is that YES there are fish in these waters that feed on these fish and go after more. Dont pass up the chance to fish streamers and wets all season long. I would plan on Muddlers, Black ghost marabous and big hornbergs. There are serious fish in these waters. Sure dry flies are fun and lots of action but if you really want to find a trophy, go with the streamers and the wets, get down to them.
Jim and I played with fish at the Crowley area and at the bridge. We even took a few fish on the Lower magalloway. We traveled quite a bit that day so we got a good cross section of the fishing.. For some reason short salmon ( 6"-10"), slippery rocks and short rain storms seemed to be everywhere. That does prove that the fish population is alive and well in the river. All these fish were healthy and scrappy. No bragging rights on this trip but we had lots of fun and action, especially with a 4 wt rod.
SO I guess my info and advice for this entry is dont worry about the weather, The fish are still there . Heck they are already wet. But dont expect to use small flies if you are fishing in the rain, get the big stuff out and be ready for action. The Kennebago has never failed me yet no matter the weather. There is such a pattern as a Kennebago Muddler. It is pretty much the same as the standard Muddler except it has more yellow on the under wing. I'll try to find a specific pattern by next time. It does seem that most of the specific flies tyed for the Kennebago have a lot of yellow in them. Thats strange cause most of the smelts and bait fish are dark brown and black. I never figured that one out. Some research into this might be in order. Freddy Leeman may have the answer, but thats another story all by its self.
Cross your fingers for sunshine, the hatches are just waiting in the "wings". I'll let you know when they start. I found out I have a computer signal directly on the Bridge at Warden's pool. so I may make the blog direct from the Kennebago. The offer still stands from me and Jim, we would love to show you the kennebago and its fish. We can't promise trophies but we sure can promise action, conversation and lots fun. keep the tips up. Next time I will have a really interesting story of some legends from the point of view of the equipment we used. I think you will like it. Joe

News from Kennebago

Last week I, finally, got my chance to guide an old friend and his grandson. John and I have been friends for a long time and he had always promised to come to Maine and enjoy the vast vacationland we have. He and his wife travel the country in a motorhome and have been just about everywhere. I have always told him I was a guide and did this for others and would love to show him what I do and share what I love. John is "from away" not a Mainer. He finally decided to include Maine in their travels. The best part of their visit was that their 15 year old grandson came along. He is from New Jersey and I reckon the fly fishing around there is pretty scarce. He had experience with saltwater but that is far from fresh water skills. It was my job to teach him to flyfish and then take him to where he could catch fish, testing his new skills. It was a plan come together and I had a chance to combine teaching and guiding all in one. Of course I took them to Kennebago, where else would you go to learn the art of fly fishing. It just wouldn't be right to teach it anywhere else. The lad was a quick learner and inside of 30 minutes he was throwing a line with skill and charm. Now it was time for me to leave the educator roles and become the guide. Away we went to the bridge at 4 corners and with a few casts he had caught a trout in fact several . Now the story drifts a bit. Since he showed talent and patience I "guided" him and John to several spots I know in the area. All guides have "special" spots and I shared them with John and Eric. So over the three days he managed to catch several salmon of size and many trout. The boy is a natural talent and will spend many long hours perfecting his style of fly fishing. I really enjoyed meeting the challenge of starting from scratch and finalizing it with fish on the line. Not many guides get to do that. I also was asked to find a moose for them to see. Now we all know that these beasts are more a bother than anything else but if you are in Maine you want to see a moose. Most use can just look in the nearest swampy area and there they will be. We take seeing them as a normal occurrance but to some it is a treat. Since they were camped at cupsuptic campground, I sent them down route 16 thru to Stratton and back. Better known as "moose alley" and they saw one. I was surprised that they only saw one but he did the trick and all were happy. I guess my point here is Not to take things for granted here in Maine cause what we see as normal everyday sights are new and exciting for those from "away".
I do have good news about the road on the Rangeley side into Kennebago. It is in good condition and travelable. In fact I met a grader at about mile 7 and he was happily smoothing the road. I can't say about the Eustis side, we didn't travel it, but from what I have been told it is in good shape too. the rain has not done much damage. The water was surprisingly lower than expected and the fish were jumping all over the place. We took fish on small grey sedges and emergers. No real hatches but a few "almost" hatches, resulting in emergers. I figure that with some decent weather the hatches should come like clockwork. they have been held down for so long by the rains that the fishing should be fast and wild.
So I am going to keep this short so I can get ready to go fishing myself. My fishing partner Jim still is without wheels cause his daughter crunched his truck but as always he and I will figure a way to throw a line, we always have. Keep your fingers crossed for the sunny weather and Remember there is always time to fish. A pastor friend of mine once told me that God does not take away from your span of days for days spent fishing. Sure hope he's right then I'll live forever. Be safe all and have a great week Joe

Rain Ramblings

Noah would have been proud of all this rain. I don’t think I have seen this much continuous rain since I was in SE Asia monsoons. There is only one saving grace to this. Rain does not get fish wet, they are wet already, BUT the fisherman is another story altogether. Being wet to the skin, all your gear is soaked and you have water standing in the pockets of your vest is really not much fun. I don’t care what anyone says. Been there done that and got the T-shirt, I don’t need it. Yet all of us would be first in line if we thought we might catch a nice salmon or a 16+ trout. Right???? Fishing in the rain can be very productive and really a lot of fun. But this stuff we have now is totally ridiculous. I think it has rained for 30 + days straight. I really don’t think there is anyway anyone can even come close to matching whats in the water or experiment with a new fly. The water is roaring thru every stream, over all the banks and you cant get near the water with a big boat. The last time I was at Kennebago bridge, we sloshed thru 10 miles of mud, washouts and just plain rough road for not even a strike. We launched the canoe about 7 feet up the bank and then paddled to our normal put-in spot. Now that is insane. Is it ever going to stop raining? As soon as the sun comes out for 2 days straight you can count on Jim and I being at a few spots where we know the hatches will be happening. The hatches are way over due and even the larvas have floatation vest on right now.

To drift away from fishing for a second or two, this rain is raising pure chaos with the dirt roads coming into Kennebago for either side. The Canada road from 4 corners is in pretty fair shape so you can get to the little lake but then it isn’t traveled much except by folks who have camps on the lake. All the rain has forced the rocks up into the roadway and the ditches are flowing over the road in several places. Plus these roads are usually made out of dirt, clay, small gravel and anything else available. So when this stuff gets as much water as we have had it does not drain well and you have mud, slippery roads and wash outs. So if by some chance the sun does peek out for a day be very careful on the roads into four corners. What you think is maybe good hard pack, may in fact be a slippery mess and you end up with winches, ropes and all that spring time gear. This is experience talking here folks. I have buried my Dodge many times on lots of places on the Lincoln pond road. It sure screws up the fishing pretty quick. A friend of mine runs heavy equipment in the Stratton area and he said even his rigs are swimming and sliding everywhere. If a skidder has a problem you can pretty much figure your truck is going have a little rough time.

My truck, a 1996 Dodge 1/2T 4X4 with extra suspension and a few extra things I had added at the factory, is a great truck. Oh yes I bought it new and had it built just the way I wanted it. I don’t usually brag about any brands or anything like that but this one I really have to. I ordered it just the way I wanted it with extras that are no longer available for trucks. The best part is that it will go anywhere I want to go and want more. I have even driven up river beds with it. It’s not pretty because it has no chrome but it has no rust or anything else. From the outside it looks like a normal Dodge truck but when you head into the back country and start to get into tough going that’s where it shines. It has 124,000 miles and I take care of it faithfully. There is absolutely nothing on this truck that has anything to do with a car. It has a truck version of the 318 engine and trans, suspension from a ¾ T and it could move a mountain if I could hook on to it. The place where I bought it, have been really good about all the things I have done to it. I far from ready to trade it but even the mechanics are waiting for me to trade so they can buy from the dealership. It DOES have a reputation. Bottom Line, I do not praise or use name brands in vain nor do I advertise for them but this truck has earned its way and deserves to be mentioned. So when the going gets tough with all this rain and mud and sloppy roads, have no fear cause I will get there and all because I have a real guide’s truck. Jim has a cute little “wanna-be” truck, a Dakota. Its nice, red and comfy but for some reason when it gets tough going we always take my truck. I do have to chuckle a little about that.This is the long and short of my addition for this week so far. Got a guiding trip next week, sure hope they like the rain maybe we will go “rainbow” fishing, until then be safe, keep the camp fires burning and the fish are already wet so bent rods and keep the tips up Joe

The Rangeley Guide

My last blog opened a new aspect of my goal. I may have strayed by telling stories but all of these and more are just part of the land of fishing legends. I still want to share the current fishing general info, flies and patterns and the general knowledge of the Kennebago and Rangeley area but I think the stories add some of the color and style of gem of the western mountains of Maine. I realize I mentioned the Maine guide but neglected to explain what he/she is, yes we have lady guides also, what they do and how they became a legend of the Maine.
The Registered Maine Guide is known by most sportsmen and many names, but the first, the start of the legend is the Rangeley guide. These “mountain men” were the first guides. Showing “sports” from Boston, New York and other cities “from away”, what it was like to be a true outdoorsman. The spirits of Herbie Welch, "Flyrod" Crosby and Joe Stickney along with a host of others live on in the traditions and legends of the Rangeley Lakes guide.
Many years ago, my grandfather spent long hours introducing me to the various lakes, ponds and streams that abound the legendary Rangeley Lakes and Kennebago region of Maine. I learned to backpack on the smuggler's trail down along the Kennebago river, dip springtime smelts at Indian Rock, cast a Mickey Finn at the Rangeley footbridge and take careful aim at the Green farm on route 16. He took great pride in sharing his domain. It truly was his domain, for he was a guide, a Registered Maine Guide, a Rangeley Guide and a Kennebago guide, All different names for The Maine Guide. Showing the "sports" this land of fishing legends was his livelihood. He spent a lifetime perfecting his skill and took great pride in his work. Yet his most important achievement was not for the "sports" but that he taught me what it meant to be a Registered Maine guide, a Rangeley guide, what it stood for and above all the tradition for which he had selected me to uphold. Having taught my father and now me, he was following the legacy and tradition of his father. As a young guide, I developed the skills, knowledge and abilities to be a reputable guide. I can take my "sports", in search of the landlock salmon or a speckled “square tail” brook trout on the Rangeley lakes, find a trophy buck somewhere near the Nile Farm. or pole a canoe thru the waters on the Kennebago river. Hunting, fishing or canoeing, whatever a “sport” desires for an outdoor experience and excitement is my job description. I have shared this spirit of abilities, skills and techniques proudly for 25+ years at most of the “sporting” lodges in the area. I have never left a " sport " stranded or compromised the fish and game laws, my reputation as a guide is far too important to me to place it in jeopardy. I have never nor will I ever tarnish the image and reputation of the Maine Guide. I respect my guide's patch and wear it proudly.
There are four generations of guides in my family. We are proud of who and what we are, taking the legacy of the Rangeley Guide and our profession very seriously. I have hopes of continuing the tradition into the next generation by sharing my trade and love of the outdoors with my sons and grandsons. Only time will answer that question.
But my world is rapidly falling; the guide I was taught to be and have always honored is rapidly going the way of the dinosaur and the Edsel. Technology, computers and the fast paced culture are replacing the guide and his way of life. A Registered Maine guide has always been an honest, carefree yet fiercely independent sort who does his best to open the outdoors to the sportsmen of the world. His pride in a heritage in doing what comes natural to him and only wants to share it.
The Registered Maine guide has changed a little. They have become a true specialist in all aspects of outdoor lore. All of these "specialties" that have always been part of the traditional Maine guide are changing also. canoes have become kayaks , the GPS chased the compass and map into old age and the log cabin and tent has become an RV. Yet the "sports” still expect the old ways from a Rangeley Guide. The Rangeley guide’s heritage and ideals as a Maine guide has become trendy and modern. Our way of life, profession, the legend still lives on in myself and others like me who still carry the legend forward.
Hiring a guide can only enhance your experience in the Rangeley area. Let a true professional show you what generations of sportsmen have discovered. Sharing a campfire and the wood smoke or feeling the wind as a Rangeley boat floats thru the water, this is a profession of honor and dedication let them show you what the real Rangeley and Kennebago has to offer.
Now you know a little history of the Rangeley area, its people and its fame, stop by and visit, you will enjoy its hospitality and adventures. And don’t forget the fishing, its great anytime. Joe

Tales from Kennebago

I have something different for bloggers today. To day I want to share with you an actual tale or story. I’ll let you decide. But this actually happened. I was there and was a small part of it. It is an interesting tale and I have tried to tell it as accurate as possible. In keeping with info and stories of the Kennebago and Rangeley as I promised I thought maybe a few true stories would be nice.
Many of our legends of the Rangeley and Kennebago area are not fish but the people involved. I have met most of these “legends” and am a better man for it. To me our greatest legend was an old man named “Skeet” Davenport. I have always known him as Skeet and never really knew his given name. He was the center point of most debates and involved in just about everything. Rangeley had a real mayor and then there was Skeet Davenport the un-official mayor. If you had a question on anything you usually went to Skeet who owned a store in town. And you would get the “corrected” version and answer. He was one of the original guides at Grant’s on the big Lake and helped build parts of the camps too. A Rangeley guide by trade he had been a guide for as long as I wanted to recall.
I have known him since he used to bounce me on his knee, change my three cornered pants and tell me stories of old Rangeley, guides, smugglers, sporting camps and all sorts of rugged adventure.
So here goes believe it or not but it is true and a lesson in Rangeley humor and Kennebago style. I hope you enjoy it
Skeet stopped on the bridge to check out the water and make his choices. With a quick wave to me, he crunched the gearshift into reverse. His truck snapped to attention. With considerable coaxing, it crept down the dirt path leading to a rocky spit of land used as a canoe dock. Twenty feet of gravel and a few clumps of wild grass slid by and the truck nestled itself on a rock. This was not a small rock but an anchor sized rock. Skeet fumbled with the truck door and finally flings it open. Tapping his pipe on the handle, he steps out. Adorned in his essential green felt hat, jeans that had seen many days since purchase, a jacket of unknown origin and his relic Bean boots. Amongst the woodslore of his mind, he tried to figure where that cussed rock came from. He had backed down this landing for years on end and never discovered that rock before. He mumbles something about “flatlanders “, stopping at nothing to aggravate him and his personal opinion of rock placement by mother nature. He fretted and pondered the situation and after a prolonged internal debate, decided to leave the truck right where it is. It certainly was not going anywhere soon. Rummaging around behind the seat, he pops back in to view with a bamboo fly rod and an ancient Pfleuger reel. The rod is strung for fishing with a life-size Grey ghost minnow tied at the tip of an almost non-existent leader. With caution to the four winds and common sense being lost to fishing fever, this is where I greet Skeet exchanging tall tales, and assorted lies. We have fished this river many mornings in the past. And this morning just seemed right for fishing. Everything was in our favor. My goal for the morning was to battle a respectable size trout into submission, release him and set about the task once again. Skeet’s favorite recreation involved matching wits with the landlocked salmon. Sometimes he would win and others he would rather not chat about. We had tag teamed this river many trips before and no exceptions on this day. With considerable thrashing and crashing, Skeet maneuvered his line across the river with the fly still in residence. He was a fly fisherman of the finest kind but given an audience of non-locals, the actor in his being allows him to exhibit all the finesse of a frog on roller skates. And he dearly loves every minute of his one-man show for the “sports”. During the intermission of the first and second acts, I had managed to drown a Black ghost up stream of him. As these streamer flies waffled their wakes in the water, the devious gods of fishing joined in the game. Skeet's rod stiffened up and started to whine. I turned, looking at this sight, just as my rod doubled up and jumped with life. Skeet had a “keeper” on and so did I.
With all this commotion and antics, a respectable gathering of other fishermen on the bridge, had stopped to watch this comedy from start to end. Most of them would have made LL Bean proud; they appeared to have just strolled off the color pages of the latest fishing catalog. My! They were a sight to behold. Their catching ability may have been in question but they certainly resemble the “sports”. After several minutes of gyrations and words of questionable origin, we landed our trophies. Skeet, true to form, had bested a 3 + pound salmon and I had managed to land a nice 2 pound trout.
After the awe and wonder wore off, We tossed our lines out again. A few casts past before Skeet and I did it again. The second act began with two nice fish, battling tail and fin against us. We wrestled these two to the land and sure enough I had another trout and Skeet had a fairly respectable salmon. Of course this garnered a round of applause from the bridge. With these two beached, measured and sent on their watery way, Skeet decided to test his skill with a trout and I am always in the mood to out salmon a salmon. So we settled on trading flies. This made perfect sense to us, having done so times past. Our gallery of “professional” LL Bean fishermen reflected our common sense had gone downstream. Skeet muttered something about them being too pretty to catch anything and the trade was done. One back cast and our lines snaked out in front of us to the river. This went on for a few minutes and some uncomfortable remarks wandered down from the bridge. I think it was about then, Skeet clinched his teeth, bite his cigar in half, flipping his hat into the river and pulling hard on the cork handle, setting the hook on a serious sized fish. Chuckling at his good fortune, I almost forgot that I had a fish on too. We danced and wiggled, finally getting both fish in the net. True to form I had the salmon and Skeet had a right nice Trout. Skeet held up his prize with narration on fishing the Kennebago for the bridge gallery to see and approve of, but it must have been how Skeet said it, more than what he said because our audience turned on us. Throwing pebbles and sticks at us but what we did not know, they had been fishing since afternoon of the day before and hadn’t seen a fin. Here stood 2 locals, obviously out of uniform, nipping on a mysterious concoction called “snake bite” and catching fish big enough for a year’s worth of tall tales. The insult was the releasing of these scaled trophies. Their lack of grasp in the concept that we came to catch not to keep seemed evident. Skeet did mention something about size of bait and too many snakes on the bridge. This developed an intense series of non-flattering remarks. Funny how a few inches of fish and a lack of proper liquid rewards can turn a fisherman from a LLBean centerfold to the front page of Revenge Inc.
Skeet is long gone now and I hope he approves but I just had to share the story with you all, Too many times it is how we dress or what we say can make or break a fishing trip. So I hope you enjoyed my tale of the real Kennebago and one of the characters who made it what it is.
Until next time Keep smiling and fishing it’s these that make life worthwhile,
Rods bent and keep the tips up Joe

Technology meets Fly fishing

The days of the Bamboo rods and single crank fly reels are still around for the purists of fly fishing. But technology and physics has come a long way and it has found us, the fly fishermen. After breaking BOTh of my LL Bean rods, I went to Beans and they replaced them without question and I thank them for that. They were knowledgeable, courteous and pleasant to deal with. The best thing that happened, was that I had the opportunity to try different rods in the collection at Beans. I tried everything from a 2 pc to a 6 pc, 7.5' to 9'and boron, sage, loomis and all parts in between. I finally settled on a pair of 4 pc rods. I paid the difference and am very happy with my choice. But the interesting aspect of this shopping was all the materials used, how they are put together and so forth. You can actually pick the blank you want, style, type and color of eyelets, where they are spaced and whatever you want is available. These are only the basics of choice, you can spend hours just selecting what you want and it will be created for you. Then you can decide if you want to use it for Bass, trout, pan fish or salt water. It is really amazing how far we have come from alder sticks and grocery store string.Technology has given us so many choices. Then add in the actual physics of how all these components work together and you can have quite a time making your choices.
When I was a teenager I had a rod made for me. It was a gift to me for doing some work for an elderly fellow in Weld. He only asked me where I fished and how good I was at it. He custom crafted a rod for me that has stood me well all these years. It ia absolutely beautiful, 8'5 ' fugi eyelets, in a color I like and complete with an extra tip and cloth case.Each of his rods came with an extra tip. He never asked me about weights, lengths or anything. He made all those choices from what he asked me. It is signed by the crafter and my name on the case. Now you cant beat that anyway you look. This man has since passed on to the the great flyfisherman's reward, but his name was Newt Masterman. He is/was a local legand in rod crafting. He made rods that lasted and caught some serious fish. He was always available for advice on how, what where etc on rods. He did not make many, maybe 2 or 3 a year but they are classics. If by some chance you have a Masterman rod, you has a jewel and a classic in the Maine fishing world.Anyone in the area who fished a lot had one. They are not well known but still classics in their own world. Mine has since been passed one to another fisherman, but I still miss that rod. And oh! the stories that rod could tell. The world can move on to bigger and better things. Technology and physics can meet and create the world's greatest but for me I will stick with the basics. I firmly believe that it is the fisherman not the rod and reel that make things happen. If anyone has a Masterman that is for sale let me know I want to get a pair for the grandsons.
Enough said about rods, technology and physics of fly fishing I am sure that each of you have a favorite with a nice combination of choices and has made an excellent selection. But I thought that maybe it was time that I mention some of the technical stuff of fly fishing. Once in awhile I get brainy but most of the time I am in it for the fun. If I go too far it will take all the fun out of chasing trout and salmon so I will return to what i know best---- Rangeley, Kennebago and catching fish Until later see you on the water, I'll be the one on the slippery rock Joe

Mother Nature's gifts

Mother nature sure made things easy for us. I am a fly tyer by hobby and trade. Not too bad at it if I do say so. I have tied for LL Beans, several small outfitters and sporting goods stores all around Maine who cater to fly fishermen. There are so many different patterns or "knock offs" of original patterns on the market these days. I try to tye with only real materials and original patterns. they still catch some good fish and fishermen keep coming back so I must be doing something right. I use good materials from suppliers who have good products. I do not use local hair, hides or feathers. I might trade for some wood duck on occasion, but not regularly. I do have to mention that over the years prices have soared for materials. I have continued to use Hobbs hackle in Iowa,Hook & Hackle and Metz necks and saddles for most of my stuff. The others seem to keep reaching for the moon on prices. Of course I buy in bulk so I get a little savings but it still is expensive. I can truthfully say that the only man made material I use is the tinsel and the hook. I feel strongly that the originals were designed for a reason. Carrie Stevens, Joe Stickney and Doc Edson would be amazed at what is on the market today.When it comes to natural materials I have found that one of Mother nature's real gifts to fly tyers is the availability and styles of materials. My favorite material has to be the CDC feathers. These little feathers are an answer to a tyers prayer. They can be bent, folded, stretched and anything else in between.They make wonderful wings for emergers and great trailing husks for top water flies. If you have not tried tying with these feathers, you are missing something special. I make a really nice emerger from CDC feathers. It works and works and works some more. It has not failed me yet. If any of you out there who want a good pattern for emergers or mayflies ,let me know i will gladly give you my patterns. Every fisherman has tried to tye his own but for some reason they never seem to be right. I had a dealer tell me once that the "buggier" the fly looked the better it worked. Well, I guess we all have our preferences.
I spent most of today tying emergers cause I am headed to the Kennebago tomorrow for a little "field testing". My next entry will cover how I did. I am never "skunked" but some days are better than others. I maybe a snob when It comes to fishing the Kennebago, But I truly love this water shed. It has given up some nice fish and there are always more to play with. I have fished the Rangeley area for 50 years and guided it for 40. It is really the land of fishing legends. The Rangeley "square tails" of legend and as the ole' timers call them are still there and there are some of serious weight too. I have snapped off many a 2lb tippet on fish. I know it is silly to use that light stuff but you have to admit it is still fun to fight one on his terms.
One quick note to fishermen out there I tye for the fun and I have a habit of giving away my flies to fellow fishermen. Yes there still is something free in this world. I am not going to fill your fly box for you but i will gladly "donate" some flies to it so you can have some fun. I would like a note or a picture of beauty you catch though.
Well folks this is about it for today. I still have to pack my gear and gas up the truck and then it is off to kennebago. If you are ever in the area and see a 6' 3" dude in a stetson and a van dyke beard, that would be me "KENNEBAGO JOE" I am pretty well known in the area and am always willing to share the pool or rips and will most likely give you the fly I am using . So keep the rod bent, tip up and be safe Joe