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Monday, February 2, 2015

Eagle Lake Sporting Camps_2015 Blog



Sunset at the Eagle Lake Sporting Camps

A few days at the Eagle Lake Sporting Camps in Northern Maine will heal the body and mind as the experience take you back in time to when excellence in service, food, and friendship were standards kept in high regard.  Whether you go there to hunt, fish, meditate or just mellow out you will manage to end the day by a pristine, quiet lake where eagles and falcons soar overhead and the sunrise illuminates a beaver’s wake approaching a favorite grass bed.
My first visit there enabled me to enjoy the company of my friend and brother in law of over 40 years as we fished the lake and nearby tributaries for brook trout hiding behind beaver dams by day and savored gourmet meals and a nice bourbon by the lakeside fire as the sun went down.  Climbing into bed at midnight back at our 100 year old log cabin with birch bark wall covering and gas lighting we traveled back in time to the days when Teddy Roosevelt and his pals walked these grounds.  We will go back again and again, bringing our spouses, children, and grandchildren to share and extend the experience.
Thank you Alan, Gloria, Nathan, Jon & Jake for the opportunity to spend some quality time with you all!

Tom Crowley, Lincolnville Beach and Jake Garofalo, New Orleans,
Trip to Eagle Lake Sporting Camps, August, 2014



Waiting for The Snow




Waiting for MORE Snow!

Waiting at dawn in Maine
For the next storms approach
I can’t help but wonder
Is this a blessing or reproach?

We love our Maine
And value the time
We spend here all year
Each season, sublime.

Summer is obvious
As tourists and friends attest
But they disappear in fall
And we get to rest.

The fall brings a chill
Warning leaves to take care
As the wind strips the branches
Leaving them cold and bare.

It’s time for a fire
Wood, pellets or gas
Heat up the stove
For an evening’s repast.

Soups, bread, and chowder
Simmer, bake and stew
Maine garden’s bounty
God’s gifts for you.

Then comes the winter,
Hunker down, shovels ready
Bundle up my friends
The snow is deep and steady.

‘Global warming’ is real
But seems like a lame phrase
When you’re freezing outside
Longing for warmer days.

As the sun goes down
Over Bald Mountain rock
Much too early
Don’t look at the clock.


We share a secret
We have earned the right
To defend Maine in winter
And savor the night.

The sun will come out
Tomorrow or soon
To warm us a little
And replace a full moon

Florida next year?
Convert wood to gas?
Let’s wait for the summer
And hope these thoughts pass!

Tom Crowley
Lincolnville Beach – February 2, 2015
Waiting for Linus (the next storm!)