We quickly made camp and began the painful setup process.
Anyone that has ever been up to Indian, or Spencer for that matter, knows that you are often unable to get your entire spread of traps in before the fish begin biting, thus making the steup process exponentially longer. This would be ok on a nice 25 or 30F day with little wind, on a day like today it began to raise the question whether we would return to the heated shack alive. After greasing several respectable togue, we returned to our camp for a traditional breakfast that surely many natives had shared along the shores of Spencer Lake hundreds of years ago.
We continued to hammer the togue throughout the morning but the weather conditions began to eat away at us. We decided that a few of the togue traps (situated on bottom) should be pulled up under the ice to assist our other Salmon traps which were not producing. The process of feeding our baited lines to the bottom each time with the cold temps and wind was simply unbearable after the 15th togue flag. Strangely enough the Salmon bite never truely kicked on until after 11 a.m and it was in full swing until we departed.
We kept a couple salmon and a togue for our respective dinners (released the rest) and decided to break camp around 3 p.m. The largest togue was probably around 21" and the largest salmon around 18", no bruisers but respectable nonetheless. The season in central Maine had begun to slow and it was nice to have some serious northern action despite the weather conditions. On our way back to the truck I brought Clark by a rather scenic spot for a few last minute photos. The sign below greeted us on a short bushwack through young pines and up over a granite outcropping, a reminder of the season to come....Probably a pretty good chance we'll be back there in the open water. Access to the spot is by boat only.....anyone interested?
excellent post, sir. epic conditions indeed.
speaking of epic conditions, what is the status of your homestead?
FFO, accessible only by boat? i'm in.
also, did anyone else notice the phallic nature of that breakfast picture?
yes, that was a very phallic bfast pic. well noted sir Robbins.
looks like an absolutely gorgeous spot man. solid fish too. no doubt the Penobscots indulged in bud diesel and egg mcmuffins in centuries past.
count me in when the ice melts.
The stocking trucks will roll through mass in late march. Then I will have a shot at limp pale colored stockies...
Or we can suck it up and make a march run for steele. Seems like a pretty easy decision.
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