Where have I been? Roaming the wilds of Maine, cruising the deep woods and lost (and not so lost) logging roads in search of land-locked salmon, trout and brookies with my friend Jerry. We drove up to the Rangeley area with his truck and Winnebago, landing at Black Brook Cove Campground as our home base. There we joined the black flies, which I call the defenders of the wilderness, in our quest. First, I must say that the north woods of Maine are matchless in beauty. We had a few encounters with the locals. Moose, that is.