Fishing on Lower Range Pond

Hey everybody!

How are all my campers doing?

You know, Tami and I hear an awful lot of fish stories over the course of a summer.  Tami’s always teasing the fisherman, young and old, insisting on proof of their catches.

“I can’t brag about it, if I don’t have proof!” she says.

So the campers bring her pictures of their best catches.   Check these beauties out!

the fish above and below were caught by the Webber family!

This was a very nice catch!

Roger Plummer said his fish (above) was a 22″, 5lb 9oz small mouth.  He caught it right off shore!

and Joe Fowler’s fish (above) was a 22″, 6lb small mouth.  He caught it in July.   It’s definitely the biggest catch of 2010!

If you have Lower Range Pond fish pictures – or any other Poland Spring Campground pictures you’d like us to post,  just send us an e-mail!  We’d love to show them off.

For fish pictures from previous years, click on the “fishing” tag on the right.

More Wildlife Pictures

Hey all!  Max here!

I’m so sad camping season is over!   It’s waaaaaay too quiet here!   There’s no one on the sites

Or on the roads

I had to go out on the lake and find someone to talk to before I went crazy!

I saw a flock of ducks, but they took off before I could make my way over to them.

Scaredy birds.

The mallard was down by the fire station end of Lower Range, but he said, “I’m too busy grooming my feathers to talk, Maxx.  I’ve got to get ready to head south.”

“Not you too!” I cried.  “Everyone is leaving!”

“Sorry, buddy,” he said.  “It’s what we do.”

The mom and dad loons were no where to be found. OR the baby loon.  Sigh.  They probably already headed south.

The gray heron wouldn’t even look at me!  Every time I got close

He’d fly away . . .

He never wants to talk.

I was so lonely!    But then, Dave and Ben canoed around the corner

so I hung out with them for a bit.  Dave caught a couple of nice pickerel while I was there!

When they puttered off  to find Tami, who was out kayaking somewhere, I trudged off to find my good friend Eagle.

He was grooming!   I cried, “You aren’t leaving too, are you?  I’ll have no one but those Wight’s to talk to all winter!  And you know how they can be . . . ”

“Maxx, Maxx, Maxx,”  he said. “I’m not going anywhere.  The kids may be grown and off the nest, but the wife and I plan to stay nearby.  If those Wight’s get too housebound, come find me anytime.”

That Eagle, he’s a great guy!

I’ll keep posting here all winter.  Fishing, wildlife, camp news . . . I’ll even get you the scoop on next years recreation program!   So come back often and leave me some comments, okay?  I’ve love to hear from you!