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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.

Here Comes Santa Claus, Ready Or Not

P.G. Wodehouse got it right, I think: “Christmas has us by the throat again.” You barely get the Thanksgiving dishes cleared off the table before Father Christmas puts a headlock on you and drags you off to the mall, subjects you to the Christmas Music Torture and vacuums out your wallet. This is why we […]

A Walk In The Woods, Digging The Georges River Canal, Thinking About Alewives

Tucked into a clearing where Route 90 crosses the Georges River, in Warren, is little Payson Park, where local moms bring their kids to play. Cross the river on the footbridge and take a walk into history, along an almost forgotten man-made waterway that was begun in 1794 and was operated for a number of […]

Baseball, Fishing, and Radio — The Trifecta That Brought Me And Ted Williams Together

Fishing and baseball. Their seasons are aligned almost perfectly. Opening Day arrives at Fenway Park and Upper Dam in April, a few days apart. The Red Sox season just ended, in October; fishing continues at the Dam through the Sox-less World Series and Thanksgiving, for the angler who doesn’t mind flirting with frostbite. At camp […]