It is true. The big wild brook trout have eluded me for so long. Infact, I have been an avid follower of these fish since I had met Jeremy.Jeremy and I drove miles into The Great North Woods and were only targeting one thing, “a large brook trout.” I thought about all the great salmon that have been caught this year by the both of us and said to myself, “those salmon are nice, but what I really need is a big brookie before this season comes to an end.” Whenever I go freshwater fly fishing, there has always been a little something in the back of my mind saying “a big brookie would be sweet.”So, Jeremy and I arrived at the river. The water was high and made the crossings a little hairy. All of the sudden Bang! My face slams into the water. “Not the best start to a day,” I said to myself. Jeremy and I made our way to where Jeremy said the fish were going to be. I laid down the sinking line and conehead wooly bugger across the channel. As the line moved down river, I started a slow retrieve then BAM! A nice salmon comes clear out of the water multiple times. Even though this salmon was big and fresh, and I knew it was one of my best salmon this year, all my thoughts were linked back to the brook trout. Jeremy and I approached the run in different ways by changing flies, changing positions, and switching up retrieves and only caught salmon. Where are the brookies? I reeled up all my line and I think that both jeremy and I were getting tired of the spot. I turn around and see jeremy waist deep in the water holding a busted rod in the air. We are down to one rod and it’s time for another river crossing. We got to the other side and Jeremy whispers “I think I saw a few guys pick up a few over there last time on nymphs.” Jeremy and I rig up 2 copper johns and an indicater and we are soon fishing an all time favorite method. I watched Jeremy fish downstream with the and saw a flash of red under the tip of his fly rod. Soon enough, Jeremy had caught the first big brookie of the day. After that fish, we can no longer catch anything on nymphs, so we go the distance to from a floating back to a sinking line and tie on a wooly bugger. I’m up! I made a short cast somewhat upstream. I start a slow but steady retrieve and I am in shock. My line goes tight fast, and then starts tearing into the current. Now I’m nervous, It’s the biggest brookie I’ve had on in a long time! What should I do? So, after alot of tug o’ war I start reeling in. I get off of the giant rock and jeremy verifies that the fish is infact a brookie and not a chub. “Dude it’s not heartbreak hotel, its a giant brookie!” Wait a minute, it’s not just the biggest brookie of my lifetime, it is the biggest brookie I have ever seen! I slowly but steadily walk the fish back to the bank. My heart is racing and I know that it only takes one little thing to loose the fish of a lifetime. Before I know it, jeremy is holding my fish with a huge smile on his face. “Here you go A-town, you got what you came for,” he says. I am amazed by the strengh, power, and mezmorizing beauty of the fish. We get some quick shots, and unlike so many other great brook trout that are caught in Maine the fish swam off and is not hanging on some wall. On the walk back to the car I said, “you know i’m gonna be looking at that photo all the way home.” Jeremy nodded his head and said “Me too.”