Poaching As a Way of Life

You don't need to talk with a game warden to learn that poaching is a widespread phenomenon in rural Maine. If you live in the sticks, it's not uncommon to hear gun shots in the woods at night, and every fly fisher I know has witnessed someone poaching fish. Today's Portland Press Herald carries a story about one recent episode in Mount Abram Township — not far from the setting of The Poacher's Son — that is noteworthy in only one regard: the poachers here were caught, literally red-handed.