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Last week Dave was guiding me around Southwest Florida. We were having fun catching the Snook and Jacks. While we were on the flat he says, “Hey, I am going to Boston next week for a world series game, how far are you from Boston?” Well, he and I both knew that the answer was irrelevant because he was coming up regardless of the mileage. So, Dave shows up to Maine late one night. Within a half hour we are up at LL Beans getting him some flies and what not. We show up to the river in the morning and everything was perfect. Good water levels, relatively warm air and loads of Trout and Salmon. Dave hooks into his first ever Brookie while stripping in a wooly bugger through a slow moving pool. He casts again, and hooks into his first ever Landlocked Salmon. Ok, so we got some fish, now we can relax. Dave riggs up a killer nymphing rig and we start to high stick a few runs. We both hooked so many fish we lost count. Big beautiful Brookies and decent sized Salmon. Dave really wanted a Brown Trout, but there were none to be had up river. Several people started appearing on the river and it seemed as though I knew them all. We had so much fun fishing with everyone. I told Dave that the river we were fishing was gonna be crowded. I told him that its actually not to bad, in fact I enjoy it. I find Solitude way up North on the Kennebec all Spring and Summer long. I fly fish during these months with few people in sight other than my fishing buddies. So, when fall comes and this river turns on its kinda fun to fish with people. Social fly fishing, good for the soul once and awhile. We finished up for the day. Dave made another run up to LL Beans for some more flies and we were back on the river when the sun came up the next morning. We hooked into a few Brookies and then I went back to the car to get my coffee. On my way back I peared into a hole with my polarized sun glasses. “Oh My God!” I saw three huge Brown Trout. I got my cofee, and went back to get Dave. I yelled across the river, “Hey Dave, let’s go! If you want a Brown Trout I got one for ya!” Dave reeled up his line, we walked down to the hole and I showed him the fish. Dave sat there for a good 1/2 hour casting to the fish. Then, the biggest fish of the three took his Black Wooly Bugger. Dave brought it in carefully. We snapped some photos and video and released him. We were both smiling from ear to ear and we called it a day. Dave is now on an airplane heading back to Florida. There are no trout in Florida, but he will have some good memories to last him awhile.