Bob Romano

Bob Romano has owned a cabin in the Rangeley Lakes Region of western Maine for more than thirty years. In his latest book, The River King – A Fly-fishing Novel, the writer returns to this region of the country that has a rich sporting tradition. This is Bob’s fifth book set in western Maine. The tenth-anniversary edition of Shadows in the Stream, Bob’s book of essays about fly fishing, is often used by anglers as a guide to fishing the Rangeley Lakes Region.

Bob is also the author of the Rangeley Lakes trilogy that includes North of Easie, which won second place in the 2010 Outdoor Writer’s Best Book Contest. Romano’s essays and short stories have appeared in various anthologies, including Christmas in the Wild, Fresh Fiction for Fresh Water Fishing, and Wildbranch: An Anthology of Nature, Environmental, and Place-Based Writing. His most recent book, The River King is published by West River Media.  More information about his books can be obtained by going to his website: forgottentrout.com.

Author Articles

May Days

It’s hard not to smile as I tramp through a meadow sprinkled with dandelions and buttercups. Upon my approach, a pair of robins fly onto a nearby apple tree, pink blossoms sprinkling down from its branches. For the first time since last spring, I can feel the sun on the back of neck. A warm breeze carries with it the scent of honeysuckle as I draw closer...

What Was Old is New Again: Fishing With Wet Flies

I’ve always enjoyed history, knowing we are a part of something extending beyond the here and now, one of the reasons I’ve gravitated toward fly fishing, intrigued with an endeavor dating back through the centuries. This morning, I’ve pulled one of my favorite flies from a bit of rippled foam glued to the inside of a tin holding a half-dozen wet...

First Days

Having planted my peas in soil still moist from a late-season snowstorm, I walk our property, stopping to clean out a number of birdhouses, each nailed to a cedar post. When a field mouse pokes its head out of one such box, I take a step back, reluctant to evict the tiny rodent from its winter residence. Afterward, I follow Winslow, our thirteen-year-old...

A Matter of Time

I suppose it’s a matter of time. Time for Trish to pack away the winter decorations, time for her to clean the windows, and give our old house a good scrubbing. Time to bake the ham and a batch of cookies before Emily flies in from Texas to spend Easter with her parents. Time for me to stack the cordwood I’ve been splitting all winter. Time to evict the...

An Angler's Lament

I admit it. For me, it’s been about the fish, in particular, brook trout, the native char of western Maine’s Rangeley Lakes Region. Although that’s not how it started. I remember summer evenings on the bank of the Saddle River, a polluted stream located in suburban New Jersey. I’d be seated beside my father, a hard-working man of few words, who...

Morning Chores

It’s still dark as I dress, the sun reticent to rise on such a cold, gray morning. Trudging down the stairs and into the living room, I find the woodstove still warm. I’ve tucked a bright yellow, long-sleeve tee-shirt into my jeans. The jeans, a pair purchased from L.L. Bean the year before our college-age daughter was born, are lined with flannel...

There and Back Again

As a young man, I read Hemingway and Steinbeck, Harrison, and McGuane. Along the way, the fly-fishing raconteur, Richard Brautigan, brought tears to my eyes while the rabid environmentalist, Edward Abbey, had me raising my fists in outrage. I took to heart the words found in Practice of the Wild, the thought-provoking book written by Gary Snyder: “The...

The Way of the Fly

One of the pleasures of fishing with a fly is the knowledge that those of us who spend our time wading through streams and rivers are part of a rich sporting tradition. It's a heritage handed down through the centuries by our fellow brothers and sisters of the Angle. Interestingly, in an endeavor dominated by males, one of the first books written about fly...

A Two-Hearted Tradition Comes to Maine

Western Maine is a land of deep forests, mysterious bogs, and wide lakes, with moods that can change as quickly as a salmon slips a hook. Its rivers are unrestrained, as wild as the moose along their shores, with rapids willing to sweep an unsuspecting angler off his or her feet. Dark pools hold char, commonly known as brook trout, called speckled trout or...

Seasons by the Stream

The fall is a time for reflection. The leaves of the oaks remind me of the golden color of a brown trout’s belly, those of the maple trees, a brook trout’s spawning colors while the darker browns and tans sprinkled across our property bring to mind bamboo rods, my connection with the rivers and streams where these wild creatures live out their secret...