Walk.

Maine is a pretty big state with a large amount of water to explore. It always amazes us that during this month most of the fly crowds are located in some pretty well know areas. This is completely understandable considering the productivity of some of these waters. What we can't get our head around is why some anglers can develop cement foot and stand in the same run or pool all day. Never have understood this phenomenon, never will.

We've been at it hard this month and have met only a handful of anglers during our travels. Most encounters have been back at the mobile office (truck) or the beginning of a path. Inquiries are made and conversations come to the enviable "Get any" talk.

If we've learned anything in all our travels is things improve when one starts to leave the paths, trail signs and footprints. That thick alder patch. That impenetrable wild grape, rose and thistle stream side barrier. The old growth cedar and spruce forest that has taken over the tote road from the nineteenth century. Game trails that make more sense than the bushwhacking. In our view those obstacles are the start of a great day afield.

This fly fishing addiction is a practice in discovery. Explore.