To The Woods

Early this year, my good friend Ed Nicholson invited me to accompany him on his annual bird hunting expedition. Since our initial introduction five years earlier, I have been asked to be apart of this wild journey. Thankfully, this year time would allow for the two week adventure…an adventure that will never be lost from my memory.

It would be impossible for me to articulate the experience that Cooper and I had over the past two weeks. Seriously, this is the third attempt to write down my thoughts so that I could provide a documented roadmap for the reader. So far,Ive got nothing but BS. Maybe thats why it is so hard…because to truly understand you had to be there. Experiences are shared, not taught. For the men that I shared time with, they will be the only ones who understand. So, I will not even try. I will only give an abridged, photo journal version of our time as we burned the roads from Pennsylvania to Maine, stumbled through the streams, lumbered through the mountains, and waded through the swamps, all for the love of fin and feather…and a damn good Martini with jalapeño olives.

Jeff, Rob, and Wild Apple Guide Service, thank you for your hard work while guiding us to our successes. Mona and Harold, thank you for hospitality and generosity. I hope we meet again. Peter, Douglas, Rick, and Cleve, thank you for all that you brought to the table over those two weeks. Without each of you there, the end result would not have been the same. Ed, thank you for building the table that got us all together. More importantly, thank you for the shared experience….Cleve, Ill never be able to eat Summer Sausage without a chuckle again.

The end result was an experience that will never be paralleled. No two hunts and no two hook sets are ever the same. Enjoy each one…..

The moment when everything comes together...
The moment when everything comes together…
I think this is the most badass picture I have ever take.  Ed, Cleve, and Guide fishing into the Maine Sunset.
I think this is the most badass picture I have ever take. Ed, Cleve, and Guide fishing into the Maine Sunset.
Limit of “mountain chickens”.
Limit of “mountain chickens”.
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