Maine Grouse Hunting

[Dean Romig]

Pete was a tough old buzzard but had a heart of gold. I met Pete while me and my crew were on a salmon fishing trip up to the West Branch of the Penobscott back in the nineties. The transmission in my GMC blew about ten miles north of Greenville at about midnight. The sherrif came by and saw the trouble we were in and called Pete. The rest is a wonderful story of country folk and the trust they show to all people.

It was just after his 75th birthday... Thanksgiving morning and family were at his home at Lily Bay. It was a cold and windy morning and there was a big chop on the lake. Pete decided to take his son's PWC for a spin on the lake... You shoulda heard Pete tell that story!!