SUN JOURNAL • July 8, 2023
In the spring of 1970, a man from Millinocket introduced me to his secret trout pond. An hour before sunset the mirror-like surface took on a new look that drives most trout men into ecstasy. Surface feeding trout began leaving random dimples (rise forms) from one side of the water to the other. If you could delicately cast a #14 Parachute Adams or Blue Winged Olive so that it flitted down upon the center of the “trout dimple,” you got a hookup, almost every time. My life has never been quite the same since. Every June for most of the past 50 years, this bewitching, seductive place has found a spot on my calendar. ~ V. Paul Reynolds