Another place on my life list was B Pond. This pond was also made famous by Mrs. Rich. It was her favorite place in the world. It was her favorite spot to pick blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries. It was serene, secluded, almost untouched by man. It is not quite that today, but almost. There is one camp on an island today—the only camp on the pond.
The road to get there is difficult, but not terribly so. The trail to the pond is difficult because it is a little steep, a little rocky, and very muddy.
If I remember right, it was about 350 steps or about 125 yards long. That doesn’t sound like much, unless you are dragging a boat and a ton of gear up and down it.
To avoid lugging our boat, as we did at Pond in the River two nights earlier, we “borrowed” an unlocked boat with a broken bow seat, which sagged under Tony’s weight, plants growing out of it, and lots of crickets and spiders. (Too bad B Pond has an artificial lure-only regulation.) Our assumption is that the owner of this boat is no longer with us.
The transom was rotted through, which caused problems with mounting our trolling motor. Using a little Yankee ingenuity, we found an old, broken folding stadium seat, which we used as a makeshift transom. The boat also didn’t have a bow rope, oars, paddles, and most importantly, a baling scoop. Luckily, another boat, which was chained up, had all of those things. We “borrowed” those as well for our two-hour voyage. To our surprise, we never needed the bailing scoop (that is, a plastic coffee can). Who’d have thought that an unchained boat with a broken bow seat and plants growing out of its gunwales wouldn’t leak at all?
Despite Mrs. Rich’s love for B Pond, she never caught a fish there! She and her helper, Gerrish would go there a few times a year to spend the day fishing. Mr. Rich hated the place, or more precisely the trip and aggravation of getting there, and he wasn’t a fisherman. Back then, there was nothing but a poor foot trail there through some God awful terrain. They must have dragged the boat to it in the winter over the snow because there is no way a half dozen people could get it there over bare ground. Of course there is no such thing in this part of Maine as bare ground. Every inch is covered by trees, shrubs, vines, stumps, and of course the ever present rocks.
Well, in keeping with Mrs. Rich’s tradition, we didn’t catch anything worth mentioning.
We managed several perch, but no trout or salmon—all while under the watchful eye of a nesting Osprey and four nesting loons.
We did see a lot of wildlife that evening. On the way there, we saw a hen partridge (ruffed grouse) with poults. On the way home, we saw four snowshoe hare (no surprise there), a deer, a red fox (surprised it wasn’t a gray fox), a bull moose walking down the middle of the road, and surprise of surprises, a woodcock!
I definitely will go back to B Pond, but with less gear, a lighter boat, and cooler temperatures. Right after ice out, usually the first week in May, or in late September when the trout and salmon are ready to spawn, would be the logical times.
I think Tony would agree, from a fishing standpoint, Mrs. Rich’s front yard, Pond in the River, is more appealing than B Pond.
From a seclusion standpoint, B Pond is the better place, and it would make for a great day of kayaking.