Giving Thanks

I think every day is Thanksgiving Day, because every day I give thanks to the world for dealing me such a good hand. I give thanks for my siblings, my nephews, my in-laws, my friends. As a father and grandfather, I am so thankful for my beautiful daughters and for my handsome young grandson Henry, aka DinoBoy.

Daughter Nicole and grandson Henry

Daughter Nicole and grandson Henry

 

Daughter Sara and the Virtual Angler

Daughter Sara and the Virtual Angler

As an angler I am thankful that I knew the old Upper Dam, and thankful for my cozy camp there.

The old Upper Dam.

The old Upper Dam.

 

 

My Camp, the old Upper Dam blacksmith shop

My Camp, the old Upper Dam blacksmith shop

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am thankful that trout like this still swim in Maine waters, in places of great beauty.

The Perfect Fish

The Perfect Fish

 

 

Maine Trout Pond at Sunset

Maine Trout Pond at Sunset

 

 

 

 

 

 

I give thanks for my fishing buddies, the Bro and Trout Boy.

Trout Boy (fg) and the Bro on Pond X

Trout Boy (fg) and the Bro on Pond X

As a citizen of the planet I am thankful that there are still places in the world that look like this, and that I have seen them.

Portland Head Light

Portland Head Light

Uzerche, France

Uzerche, France

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On this Thanksgiving Day I will be giving thanks for family, friendship, the annual embarrassment of abundance on our table, and for all the people who in great and small ways try to make life on Earth better, not for themselves but for everyone. Wishing you a happy and thankful and thoughtful day.

V.A.

 

 

 

Nick Mills

About Nick Mills

Full disclosure: I was not born in Maine, alas! I was born in Massachusetts, but the family moved to Maine when I was eleven, and I grew up in Thomaston. My dad was skipper of one of the draggers that sailed out of Rockland, in the days when it was a rough-tough working fishing port. When he came in from the sea his favorite activity was freshwater fishing with me and my brother, Peter. We learned together to flyfish for trout in the Alder Stream in Eustis. Once hooked on the sport, pun intended, I fished at every opportunity in every place I could -- in the rivers, streams and ponds of Maine; in the mountain ponds of Utah, where I was stationed for a year in the Army; in high Andean lakes in Colombia, where I served as a Peace Corps Volunteer; even in a lagoon that surrounded one of Saddam Hussein's palaces in Baghdad. I tried once to go trout fishing in northern Afghanistan, when the U.S.S.R. occupied that country; a landslide blocked my path, but that led to a more interesting adventure, which I will tell you about in a future post.