16 hours ago
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Around dusk and dawn the brown trout of Great Pond come to the surface to feed. At about 7:30 one evening, Tucker and I went out in his LL Bean Old Town Canoe in search of the elusive trout. I prayed for the clouds to open up with thunder and lightening and for an unsuspecting five pounder to latch onto our hooks and pull us around the lake in an Old Man and the Sea type battle.
I couldn't have been happier, and the next morning I woke up at five to give it another go.
Here are some more links,
Sunset on Belgrade Maine (Picasa),
Great Pond (ART).