Day 1 began just as that, a single day with no plans extending beyond the moments spent on the water. I was invited to join two compatriots, one a guide, one a Rangeley resident down at Forest Lodge. The Lodge is a remote, rustic sporting camp on one of the most famous wild trout rivers on the eastern seaboard. I arrived early where the swift water met the glassy surface on an unspoiled pond in the western mountains of Maine.
It began well as I measured a 22.75" specimen.....one of my largest taken in Maine
They continued to come in the 20" class
We jumped aboard our transportation (courtesy of Forest Lodge) which proved quite convenient behind this heavily gated track of land
We enjoyed lunch in the Guide's camp
Forest Lodge is rich in history, dating back to the days when the writer Louise Dickenson Rich wandered into the wilderness and wrote "We Took to the Woods" at this very location
For guests or the backwoods vagrant who happens to stumble across owner Aldro French's property, there is a quaint fly shop where one can acquire stealthy homegrown patterns to tempt the trout.
The lodge is simple, it's water feeds by gravity from a cedar holding tank, gas lights and an outdoor privy. The owner is excentric yet friendly and appears to have enjoyed a cocktail or two with friends, guests and travelers alike. It is more remote than many people have had the luxury of experiencing and most notably it is for sale; for a cool $1.2 million you can own it.
Big fish continued to come to hand after lunch and one by one they swam back into the depths
All told we landed close to 20 fish between the three of us with plenty of beauties in the mix. The next day was to be a day of work but the quality of these fish and the caliber of this day had me itching to get back on the water.
I was back on the river the next day.