Hunger pangs set in on my drive from the Portland, Maine, airport toward Lakewood Camps. While the navigation system showed the mileage was just at 100 miles, my drive time was closer to three hours than two. A lobster roll from Rocket Ron's food truck was an exciting find. A lobster roll that not only was fresh but housed in a bun full of decadence and butter, exotic to a Midwesterner, miles from the coast, cruising a two-lane somewhere near Oxford, Maine.
A stroll along the Carry Road near Lower Dam, I viewed a memorial to Carrie Stevens, obscurely hidden near the river, tucked away in the Maine woods, a tribute to the region's historical significance. Stevens, a historic fly dresser, called the Rangeley region and the Rapid River her home waters, its flows and trout the impetus for her classic streamer patterns including the Gray Ghost. Not to mention the boat ride up Lower Richardson Lake to arrive at Lakewood Camps, a Maine sporting camp since 1853. What I will remember most is the brightness of the stars in the night once the camp went dark, the colors of the autumn hardwoods throughout Maine's Rangeley district, but most of all, the color of the rivers we probed, and the fish we found. The Rapid, Magalloway and Kennebago were each distinct, and in two days, permanently etched in my mind.
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ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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هذه القصة مأخوذة من طبعة Autumn 2024 من The Upland Almanac.
ابدأ النسخة التجريبية المجانية من Magzter GOLD لمدة 7 أيام للوصول إلى آلاف القصص المتميزة المنسقة وأكثر من 9,000 مجلة وصحيفة.
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THE BIG HURTS
my Uncle Pat once told me that both pain and disappointment were good:“The more of those you have experienced,” he explained, “the longer you have lived; suffer but a little, and you’re in an early grave.
Day's End
NEAR MISSES
Hunting Dog Hypoglycemia
The first time I ever saw a dog have a seizure from hunting dog hypoglycemia was 25 years ago while hunting pheasants in western Kansas.
Profile of an Artist: MATT DOYLE
Throughout Matt's life, there has always been an active passion for the great outdoors. As a young Pennsylvanian boy, his dad and grandfathers would take him out fishing and later hunting to share their deep-rooted respect and enjoyment for God's country. It became very clear that their passion for the outdoors would soon develop his passion for it as well.
DESERT CATHARSIS
Miles of sagebrush and grasslands slipped past during the 10-hour drive between Bozeman and Denver.
RED CAR WHITE DOG:
A Riff on Sporting Vehicles and Other Matters
UENATOR CAUE (HUNTER BEWARE) A FIELD GUIDE +O HUNTING LODGES
From ice bars to plywood shacks, in-room hot tubs to a kitchen staff uprising, the hunting lodge experience can be fascinating and frustrating.
Charles Helles & Sons, London
“Some enchanted evening ... you may see a stranger across a crowded” – gunroom.
ON POINT: Finding My Way with the Help of an English Setter
Becky came into my life in a rather unusual way. My friend Tom McGuane had just bought a home on Mobile Bay as a place to retreat from the cold winters of his Montana ranch.
Tail feathers - STANDARDS AND PRACTICES
\"An armed society is a polite society,\" the NRA says in one of its dicta, cribbed from Robert A. Heinlein, a 20th-century American science fiction writer.
