Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The Maine Guide Exam Experience




I had been checking the mail quite often as the potential date for the Maine Guides Exam awaited my near future. However, each day came and went as I began to realize that taking the test this summer must just become a day off from the grinds of teaching (school starts September 7th). It did say on the application that it could take anywhere from six months to a year for a scheduled test, but my buddy Rabid of The Maine Outdoorsman had his entire application and exam transpire within a two month window. Nevertheless, I felt the intensity of my study which had diminished over the summer as the lobster season encompassed my mind, body, and soul. I did try to study whenever possible, usually in bed as my exhausted frame began to recharge for the gear that awaited by daybreak. Then as I least expected, the date came in the mail as I had not checked the mail in a couple of days.

We had planned a major family outing at a camping resort three hours away last weekend and I went to the mail just one hour before we left. The day was August 20th, my date for the exam was August 24th. To put it mildly, things hit me all at once. There would be no way to even consider any type of studying while on this trip, four girls paired up at 4 and 6 years of age, two wives, and an old school buddy would be the focus of my weekend. So I proudly displayed the letter to my wife and explained to her that I needed to figure out how to 1) cram for the test, and 2) figure out how on earth was I to get my gear done and still get to Augusta (3 hour drive) in order to pass the test. The ride, I figured, would be my planning agent as their were no other possibilities.

Rabid and I had figured that I would come the night before in order to go over the oral part of the exam, map & compass, lost person, and interview, so naturally I called him to inform him of my timely situation. He was also on a camping trip in the Moosehead Lake region, but eagerly suggested that I get down to his neck of the woods as soon as I returned from the camping trip. So we put a plan into motion that would require me to drive three hours home Sunday, get things unpacked, and then bolt another three hours to his home. That would give me almost 48 hours including sleep to prepare for the big show.

The family weekend went so well and that may have been the first unexpected means of self-readiness. While there I began to put myself into a greater sense of guide logic and started thinking about the variety of areas of expertise that would allow me to pass the test. Never once did I bring it up, however I maintained and allowed for an absolutely enjoyable time while decompressing from the daily grinds of my seasonal lobster fishing career.


My family on our camping trip


The return back to central Maine excluded my family, but did include my MacBook with my friend Alex the robotic literature reader who chimed in for the next two hours going over every word of the Maine state law books on ATV, Snowmobile, & Boating rules and regulations. It wasn't perfect, but it did help as I continued my full immersion into everything Maine Department of Inland Fisheries & Wildlife. By 8:30 p.m., I rolled into the driveway only to met my good buddy eagerly waiting to see me. My guess is that he was as excited as me, if not more. We took some time to hang out, talk about some basics and then retired for the night.

After a gut filling breakfast of eggs, bacon, hash, toast, coffee, and other helpings, I went into the basement to embark on some more reading while Rabid did the dad thing and readied for the day. After all seemed satisfactory, he came down and quizzed me on some of the finer points such as orienteering, gear readiness, and laws. By ten a.m., we concluded our study and chose to hit a local pond for some largemouth bass action. This had been previously planned, but I did my best to convince my wife that my five day hiatus from lobstering would not be for a fishing trip. On any account, I loaded my gear into Rabid's canoe and we began wetting lines. Before I knew it, four fish had entered the canoe for me and none for Rabid. Five more bass came my way before Rabid politely asked to use my gear, and before it was all said and done we had landed over forty bass in 1.5 hours time to coincide with some severely torn up baits.

Once aided, Rabid didn't do so badly either and landed this nice largemouth.


To highlight the morning, I nailed two bucket mouths over four pounds each and one behemoth monster which must have been over six pounds. Twenty four bass was my personal tally and I was quite impressed with our success. We chose to call it a morning and hit lunch in full force. After that we would plan on some more studying.


The Terminator did the trick for this largemouth!!!





















I had called the day before to see how I could take the written exam if my oral exam began at four o'clock. The woman I spoke to said she would make the exception and allow me to take the written test between 1 and 2 in order to best accommodate all hands involved.

We studied for another two hours until the lure of the pond began to buzz our minds and after a quick stop to a local sporting goods store, the freshwater found us there firing at the bass. My goal was to crack 50 bass if I could and it didn't take long to land another quick ten largemouth. But the early afternoon provided a greater variety of fish as the yellow perch opted in for the action. As my baits continued to get hammered by the fish, it became apparent that my confidence baits may not last the trek to fifty. But perseverance paid off and while Rabid was numbing the fish on his borrowed bait, I slowly reached the milestone. We ended the early afternoon with a day total of 87 landed bass, a number of large yellow perch, three chain pickerel, and countless hook sets that might have pushed our total to above 150 bass. That night, I continued my study basically reading and going over my personal study guide. It became apparent that I was right back to where I left off in June in terms of readiness.

The next day I would go to work with Rabid and spend the morning in the cafeteria in preparation of my 4 o'clock date.With that, Rabid dropped me off at noontime so that I could take care of all matters. For my extreme early arrival, everything else fell into play.

By 12:15 I was taking my written test and by 1 p.m., I was filling in for a cancellation. The two gentlemen who were in charge of the test effectively hit me full on with the exam while maintaining a true sense of professionalism and expectation at the same time. I quickly passed the map and compass, and found myself in quite a grinder with the lost person scenario. Every move I made was quickly and decisively countered with their true expertise and understanding. An answer led to another question as the process continued, I honestly felt confident but not convinced I met their expectations. There was no concession from my efforts, I had put far too much into this to go home. When it was all said and done, I returned after their deliberation and had achieved the second part of the exam.

The interview was difficult, but I firmly believe my preparation saved this portion. Barraged by a variety of questions ranging from capsized canoe rescues, health issues & treatment, laws, ethics, etc., I knocked the questions down or at least did my very best. I was dismissed the final time and it was here that I called Rabid to come get me, judgement time was near. My final return yielded two extended hands that congratulated me on my fine effort, never had I felt so challenged and rewarded at the same time. With my final opportunity to share my experience with the two gentlemen, I explained to them that the guiding process never ends, no one is an expert, and that I considered a true honor to have had this experience with them.

It didn't take long for Rabid to arrive as I presented to him my license and patch, you could see the excitement in his eyes as this was as important to him as it was for me. He was the instrumental factor in my desire to apply, study, and become a Registered Maine Guide. Without his continual support and encouragement, this may not have been realized.

So what's next for me? I need to take my hunting & fishing written examination in addition to the U.S. Coast Guard Captains License Exam. So with so much attained, I've not yet begun to fight.


I'd like to give a special thanks to my wife who has wholeheartedly supported my efforts in each and every endeavor I tackle for each one will pay dividends down the road, Maine Guide Dennis Perry of Rising Sun Outfitters who endlessly wrote emails with input or answers to questions, and my family who is very proud of their Registered Maine Guide.

The Ka-Bar Becker BK7, a whole lot of knife!!!
Next up for the DEDH, the BK2...


Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Registered Maine Guide


I am proud to announce that today I passed my Maine Guide's Exam and currently possess my Recreational Guides License.  May I say that is was a most challenging process that has taken over one half year to accomplish.

There is a lot to the story including a 50 count largemouth bass study break during my stay in central Maine with the Rabid Outdoorsman including my top monster which must have been over 6 pounds. After I catch up on some lobster fishing and get some rest, I'll be sure to post soon. Until then take care.

The Downeast Duck Hunter
Registered Maine Guide

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Fishing with my beauty and the Ambush




After seriously pushing myself this summer with lobster fishing, I made a decision this week to work my entire gang full over in order to free up a day in the middle of the week. Today as a result, was set aside for any adventure I could muster up. The winner of my possibilities: Take my oldest daughter bass fishing in the Old Town Ambush.

So I was up at 5 a.m. eager to get going, but I knew that the ladies in the house operated otherwise. After some coffee, internet, television, and other acts of readiness, my oldest turned the corner of the living room just after 8 a.m. with a true sense of excitement about our trip. We got some basics ready and kissed Mom goodbye. It was bass fishing time!

We did the traditional pit stop at the local convenience store and another break at Dunkin' Donuts. Once the necessities were attained, the landing found us just at 10 a.m. and we quickly prepared the Ambush for its second voyage.

After a quick jaunt down the stream, we entered the lake and met two other groups just finishing up their morning fishing. Undeterred by this unusual pressure, we hit the east side of the lake attacking rock structures and deeper flats. My daughter started out fierce but quickly lost the enthusiasm of casting only to take over with the kayak paddle. Every so often I'd hit the button on the trolling motor to right us while she continued to find every aquatic flower possible. As she commanded the Ambush, I continued to search for the bass in hopes to excite her about the day. Shortly thereafter, I scored a two pound largemouth bass and nearly landed two others. Fishing from a seating position in a hybrid canoe/kayak isn't quite the same as standing and trolling for fish. My guess is that I got too much slack in the line once the bass were on, both misses shook the hook as they went airbound.

Just before noontime, my beauty informed me that she was ready to hit the landing. As we motored in, more flowers found their way into the hold and I discovered the time together had very little to do about fishing but rather a few precious hours with the first born love of my life. I look forward to more times with both of my beauties. So next up, a trip with my youngest.

Take Care,

The Downeast Duck Hunter

Friday, July 23, 2010

Lobsters, lobsters, lobsters...


Sorry peeps for the lack of posting, but I've been neck deep in lobsterfishing and really have no useful things to post other than I'm waiting for my date for the Maine Guide Exam...

The good news is that lobsters came in early and I've been cranking them out in style so it looks like the new house will be finished earlier than expected...

Chances are that I won't be posting much until duck season rolls in, so take care and I'm declaring an excuse riddled sabbatical from blogging...

DEDH

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The GLS experience Part Three...

Shortly after Rabid's brief moment astray of his typical hard hitting head smashing power metal music, we agreed to troll westward in a closer proximity of the camps. The mid to late afternoon bite completely disappeared and I quickly discovered the challenges surrounding the concept of down rigging as my setup hung up on bottom. It isn't easy to negotiate wind with an ailing motor while aptly monitoring a fish finder while adjusting a manual down rigger. Throw in constant badgering by the brotherhood of two and the inevitable happened. However, being an expert in retrieving hung down lobster gear, I was able to free the gear and save myself the embarrassment of being the second victim of a major fishing gear dismissal. By that time, I had lost my interest in attempting to score the lake trout especially when trying to battle the elements that were against me. So I took the time to once again document the Rabid Outdoorsman hard at work while his brother took on a lake trout.




Our evening found little wind and the first night excitement of any outing adventure. With the boats tied to the dock, fire pit blazing, and the elder sportsman in full control of the eatery, the night moved into something quite amazing. Loaded with smoked trout and salmon, a spread of processed meats and cheeses, and sharp pickled dilly beans, I found it absolutely impossible to even contemplate the main course. Meanwhile, my great friend Rabid managed to devour all offerings like it would be his last meal. The night moved on with some drinks and a continual barrage of teasing and slightly expanded storytelling or shall I say nut busting.



For my final installment, high winds, zero bites, and closing on one memorable trip.
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