Photo Gallery: Maine Trout Camp

Michael Jones

A regional fly-casting champion and local guide, Mike and his dog led us down the upper Androscoggin River on a cold, gray day. The catch was limited to brown and rainbow trout.

Upper Andro

Bill Pierce and Mike Jones work a riffle on the upper Androscoggin, near Bethel, Maine. Apparently on a clear day you can see Mt. Washington in the background.

No Waders Allowed

Since we got some funny looks when we walked into the grocery store wearing our waders, Bill suggested we step out and change in the parking lot

King and Barlett

After a couple days on the rivers we moved to the ponds at King and Bartlett. These small mountain ponds hold an incredible number of fish. Here, Bill teases his umpteenth brookie of the day.

Grip and Grin

My Maine guides were hesitant to photograph me with such an “average” brook trout. If my notes are correct, I caught this one with a size 14 Hendrickson.

Aldro’s Camp

Our last stop was the legendary Rapid River, where we stayed with the equally legendary Aldro French. This is the winter house at his camp, the setting for the book “We Took to the Woods.”

The Old Dam

This barrier creates what’s called the “pond in the river.” Though the covered dam is long past it’s heyday, the benefit of the obstructed flow on the fishery is still felt. Monster brookies sit above the dam and feed on everything funneled downstream.

Pond in the River

A fisherman stands in the current casting wet flies. On this day, the trout preferred grey ghosts and white zonkers.
21-inch Brookie
Here it is, my personal best. This fish weighed about 4 pounds and measured 21 inches. You’ve probably heard anglers say about big fish, “it felt like I was hung on the bottom.” Well, I did think I was snagged on a rock and tried repeatedly to break the line before the fish made a run, much to my surprise. Outdoor Life Online Editor

Eggs and Trout

When you’re up fishing first light, nothing sounds better than a good breakfast at 10 am. Bill Pierce takes a few minutes to whip up some sausage before jumping right back into the river.

The Loneliest Fly Shop

Aldro French is the proprietor of the Bare Bones Fly Shop. It’s 26 miles down a dirt timber road and is the size of a small shed