There’s fishing… and then there’s Maine fishing by float plane—where adventure begins before you even wet a line.
We lifted off in a classic Cessna float plane just after sunrise, skimming over endless pine forests, winding rivers, and crystal-clear lakes untouched by roads or crowds. The roar of the engine faded into silence as we glided down onto a glassy, remote lake hidden deep in the Maine wilderness.
Welcome to wild trout country.
With rods in hand and loons calling in the distance, we cast into waters that see only a handful of anglers each season. Every strike was electric. Brook trout—bright, wild, and feisty—danced on the end of the line. Some were small and scrappy, others fat and golden. Every one of them was earned.
The peace here is unreal. No boats buzzing by. No cell service. Just the splash of a rising trout and the steady drip of paddle against water. We cleaned our catch lakeside, cooked it over an open fire with foraged herbs, and ate with smoky hands under the open sky.
This isn’t just fishing—it’s escape. It’s what Maine does best: wild, quiet, beautiful, and real.
And when the Cessna lifted us back into the sky at day’s end, it wasn’t just gear we carried—it was memories you can’t buy and won’t forget.
