Opening day of fly-fishing in Grand Lake Stream

Dedication. And passion. It takes dedication and passion to go out into two feet of snow, wind blowing, 26*, and cast a line into roaring water. Today is the opening day of fly-fishing and approximately two dozen fly-fishermen braved this April Fool’s Day weather to fish in Grand Lake Stream.

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It took a chain to pull the Jeep out of its spot in the driveway this morning so I got a late start. The LL Bean Bootmobile was set up when I arrived. Eddie Flaherty, driver of the Bootmobile, hand hand warmers to help thaw some very cold hands.

LL Bean Bootmobile

LL Bean Bootmobile

“Don’t bother to cast a line until the first duck flies,” was the advice I was given this  morning. I’ll remember that in case I learn to fly fish well enough this year to be among the fishermen next spring. It’s good advice. I’m told the first salmon of the season was caught right after the first duck of the morning flew.

The first fisherman started just after midnight, or so I was told. I’m not sure if that’s a fish tale or truth. Others started fishing at 4:30 am and 6 am, and the rest soon after.

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While taking this photo I noticed the fisherman all the way to the right was reeling in a fish.

 

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Imagine how cold that water was this morning!

I refocused just in time to see the fish. Before I could take a second photo the fisherman released the fish without removing it from the water.

got oneGrand Lake Stream is known world wide for its excellent landlocked salmon fishing. Several fish were caught while I watched. There’s a one fish per day limit and all but one I saw being caught were released. I might have missed that fish being released.

in the netThey say that once you step into Grand Lake Stream you’re hooked. I don’t think I needed to step in. I’m ready to hire a guide and learn to fly-fish well.  I did catch one fish last year. I was so excited – so proud – then I saw what I’d caught. A chub. That isn’t what I’d have wanted to claim as my first catch but it’s better than the birch and alder I caught first.

 

 

Robin Follette

About Robin Follette

Maine Press Association award winner, 2013. Robin's Outdoors, Bangor Daily News, third place in Sports blogs. I grew up with a fishing pole in my hand and have always loved the outdoors. From gardening to hunting and fishing, kayaking, camping, hiking and foraging, most of my time is spent outdoors. I teach outdoor skills as a volunteer instructor for Hooked On Fishing - Not On Drugs and Becoming an Outdoors-Woman. Pro-staff at The Limb Grip. My personal blog is here. I'm currently working on my first book, a collection of short stories based on my outdoors experiences.