The Annual Father’s Day Fishing Trip: Day 2

Monday would be our first full day on the water, or I should say “waters,” as we changed spots a few times.

We started out by heading to the Magalloway River—one of the most iconic native brook trout rivers in the lower 48.

Along the way, I was hoping to show Tony his first bluebird. Unfortunately, with everything being a few weeks behind schedule due to the cold, wet spring, the bluebirds hadn’t yet arrived. Swallows were in the bluebird boxes instead. With his 300mm zoom lens, Tony was able to catch some cool photos of a male swallow handing off a large, white feather to a female as she prepared their nest. At one point, the male dropped the feather and was able to swoop down and catch it before it hit the ground!

Nesting Swallows

Nesting Swallows

As we drove by the Mailbox Pool on the Magalloway, a very famous spot on the river, we saw only two vehicles parked alongside the road. It was a Monday morning, but still only two vehicles was a great temptation. I have driven by this place countless times, but never fished it because it is always being fished hard by talented fly fishermen. We had to stop, at Tony’s insistence, if only to be able to say that we have fished it.

We passed a group of three fishermen that appeared to be a three-generation group, and they informed us that the gates of the dam had been opened the night before. That meant that the river would be unfishable. We went and checked it out anyway. We took a few casts, but those guys were right; the water was flowing at 635 feet per second (fps).

The Famous Mailbox Pool

The Famous Mailbox Pool

So we headed for the upper portion of the Kennebago River. It was another place we had never fished, despite having fished the lower portion many times. I had heard that this upper section would hold many smaller brookies and salmon. Like everywhere else, the water levels were up there as well. It was a beautiful stretch of water.

Upper Kennebago River

Upper Kennebago River

It was nice to see after traveling 15 or so miles of rugged dirt road.

Logging Trucks on One of the Many Dirt Roads

Logging Trucks on One of the Many Dirt Roads

Despite the high water, Tony landed two nice native brookies.

Native Kennebago Brookie

Native Kennebago Brookie

That evening, we swung by the dam again. We managed to catch a few smallmouths and fallfish to end the day.

Tony's 10-Inch Fallfish

Tony’s 10-Inch Fallfish

WLAGS

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