Some Where Between Bass and Trout Syndication Tue, 20 Nov 2012 04:28:58 +0000 admin@maineflyfish.com (Maine Fly Fish) IP.Blog 60 My First Time
By Kevin McKay
edited by Jennifer Bowman-McKay

My first time is something I will never forget. I was in my 20's and this was totally new to me. I wanted to try it and wanted it bad. I know it was late in life for my first experience but it is just how it worked out. It was early on a dark and cold April morning. I...]]> Sun, 18 Nov 2012 12:34:00 +0000 In my fishing world and in my life there are things in my memories that stick out. It is almost like in the movies when the character has a flashback to when they were a kid and there are actors playing out the part. I will have those random flash backs and there are no actors, just me. One that I often have is when I am at the age of 12 or 13 and I am in... Thu, 16 Dec 2010 20:04:00 +0000 I heard a whisper, “Kev, hey Kevin, let’s go.” The camper was still dark and you could hear my mom and sister stir but, they stayed in bed. As dad and I got dressed you could feel the camper rock as we put on our pants. We opened the camper door slowly trying no to make any noise but, the door made a slow creaking sound. As we stepped out of the camper we... Sun, 11 Apr 2010 16:50:00 +0000 I replied, “ I heard a noise outside the camper!”

The cans were rattling and the night was very dark but, what light was left from the slowly dying campfire, showed a silhouette of something moving directly below my window. I whispered to my parents, “Mom, dad!”
“What?” said...]]> Tue, 02 Mar 2010 19:47:00 +0000 Have you ever sat down and tried to recall the very first time you went fishing? I find I have many memories but I am not sure what order they go in. I don’t remember the age I first hiked into Cedar Pond or caught my first salmon trolling with my dad but, I do remember that 90 % of my early fishing was in the Jo-Mary Lake area. When I think back, it felt... Thu, 28 Jan 2010 21:31:00 +0000 As I stare into the white foam cup, the small minnow swims frantically from side to side. I walk slowly to my blue pale hoping not to spill the contents of the cup. I pour the small fish into the pail so it can swim with its brothers. I spend the morning building a small wall of stones, just as you step into the lake, in order to attract small fish who... Fri, 01 Jan 2010 12:02:00 +0000