There are few fly fishing locations that one can hold dear to his heart with regard to a trout stream. Now a day’s with the growth of the internet and the thirst for information, it’s not uncommon to show up at a historically quiet stream and feel like you need kevlar battle helmet just to fish.I had wrapped up some family obligations early in the morning and decided to head for the western mountains of Maine. My great grandfather guided the border waters of Maine and NH in the 1930’s-1950’s. I wanted to fish a few of his old haunts. I have some heirloom fly rods, reels, flies and maps … all relevant to that area of the state.It was a bit windy so I laced up my 6 wt fly rod and rigged up a bounce rig for some nypmhing.First cast, fish on! A huge sucker. I immediately changed my nymph rig to an egg sucking leach pattern. I dredged the pool for the better part of an hour before moving on fishless.I fished quickly but thoroughly in my quest to catch some of “his” fish. I reached a stretch of water and I recalled camping and fishing on this very stretch of water as a kid with my father, uncles and grandfather. The run was productive to say the least.I picked up numerous small stocked brookies, and some nice hold overs as well.I caught 4 brook trout that were all in the 14-18 inch range, and one fat brown trout that made a couple of nice runs. It actually had me doing the stream rock dance I see Jeremy doing so frequently in his fly fishing videos.Great to be back on the water and where it all started for my family.