Yesterday afternoon I had an appointment in Augusta. I left around noon and drove the back way out to Route 17 in Washington. I travel over the Calderwood Road a small narrow road there are no power lines so the road has a remote “in the woods” feel. At the bottom of the first hill is a medium sized brook, not a trickle but a year round brook that in the spring gets attention from trout fishermen.
One of the fun things about being a guide in a small community is that folks know what you do and report interesting things that they have seen. I was at the bank one day making a deposit when the teller told a story about a giant bubble of foam in the Saint George River behind her house early this spring. She lives near the bottom of a long stretch of rapids and near a big eddy (a section of water that is actually moving upstream) in the river.
Our herring runs on the coast of Maine consist of two species the blueback herring and the alewife. Both species return to spawn in any ponds that are connected to the ocean. The first and I think most dramatic run is the alewives. We normally go to see them return to Damariscotta Mills on Mother’s Day. This year though the fish did not make it that day; only our second miss since the boys were born.
