Thanks John for the great pics and account of the hunt with your wonderful wife and the pups.
I remember shortly after the War, '47 I think, my Dad took my Mother and me on vacation at Wilson's camp at the Kennebec outlet northwest of Greenville. There was a big timbered dam there to control the flow for running logs down the river. There were a couple of steam powered tugs towing log rafts on the lake. Dad had a guide named Charlie who paddled a canoe, not liking the newfangled outboards. Dad caught a number of lake trout and square tails, one exceeding four pounds. Have to go back some day, time's running short.
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