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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

"Secrets to Share"

I haven’t seen a fish in Bonnie Brook for nearly three weeks. They’re there, these wild trout, retreating to their secret places, much too skittish to take a fly in the thin water as high summer approaches. I could drive to the salt, cast heavy streamers to impossibly large fish, or make the long drive to one of the tailwater fisheries, where cold-water...

"It's Been a Tough Few Months"

It’s been a tough few months—a virus we can’t seem to control, economic worries, social unrest across the country, and a citizenry as divided as it has ever been. These are the thoughts running through my mind as I turn up the logging road and head north. Along the sides of the road, in between spruce and pine, a few maple saplings are already turning...

"Settling Into Summer"

I’m hiking down a path, one that winds along the edge of a field choked with brambles and wild cherry trees. Beside the trail, birds gossip about the salacious behavior of caterpillars that writhe within their gauze-like chambers. My attention turns to the complaints of a red squirrel, the little rodent scolding me from atop a rock wall. As I move on, the...

"Brook Trout Blues"

A series of snorts, grunts, and whistles emanate from behind a bedroom door that is set along the far wall of the large room where I lay. After drawing the short straw, or in my case, a short hackle feather, I’ve spent the last few hours tossing and turning on a lumpy couch that smells of mothballs. My head aches and my mouth feels like I ate a fistful of...

Book Review - "Moving Water: Reflections of an Artist"

In my perfect dream, I’m sitting in a rocker on the porch of a farmhouse. My legs are raised. With my ankles crossed, the heels of my boots lean against the porch railing. My companion of twelve years, a black Lab named Buck, lies beside the rocker. His big head is cradled on the top of paws mottled with gray. Set between two spruce notches, my eight-foot...

Book Review: "Fly Fishing the River Styx"

There is a sweet sadness found in Richard Dokey’s newest book of short stories, Fly Fishing The River Styx. Sad, in that most of the stories are written from the perspective of one who is closing in on the end of life’s journey. Sweet, in that one of the few rewards of making it past middle age is the freedom to pretty much say and do what you want...

"Return to Riverton"

William Porter stared out the window as the Greyhound rumbled over the stone bridge that spanned the Big Moose River. The bus had been nearly full when it turned up Route 95 from Portland, but as it passed over the bridge Will was one of only three remaining passengers. When the vehicle pulled to a stop in front of the Riverton diner, Will Porter grabbed...

"Rita's Revenge"

Charlie O’Dowd was in mid swing when the silver Lexus pulled in behind his truck. His legs flexed as the maul sliced through the log he’d set on a stump. “Hey, you,” he called when his daughter stepped out from the driver’s door. “Hey, yourself,” she called back while her eight–year-old daughter climbed out of the back seat of the sedan. The...

"Samuel Cole"

Born in Manchester, New Hampshire, Samuel Cole moved with his family to the town of Berlin, where Samuel’s father joined his uncle and two cousins working at the Brown Company’s pulp mill located along the bank of the Androscoggin River. Samuel’s father and uncle leased land across the border in western Maine, where they built a cabin located beside...

"Some Days Are Easier Than Others"

Henry Croucher pulled his square-stern Grumman onto the shore of Little Moose Lake. The boat’s aluminum hull glittered under the afternoon sun. It rained twice during the previous month, but the brief showers didn’t make up for the sustained drought that had gripped western Maine since early June. During that time, the lake had receded a considerable...