My day started at 4am September 15th when my Jimi Hendrix ringtone rattled on my nightstand alerting me it was time to get up and crush. I rolled out of bed eyes barely open stumbled into the kitchen to find my coffee machine wasn’t working; I didn’t have time to screw around with it so I grabbed my gear and headed down to my truck. I pounded half a 16oz Redbull that had been sitting in my center console since the day before. I was ready to rock and head for a classic Maine river. My first stop was in Oxford to pick up a buddy I work with and get some ice for the cooler of beer. I got to Oxford around 5am got all provisions need for the day. After the windy logging road we arrived at the trail head to the river. It was the last day of the season and there wasn’t another vehicle or person in sight…..which was awesome. We geared up and headed down to the river. The sun was shining and the air was cool and crisp with a light breeze. I tied on a articulated soft hackle streamer and began dredging a deep pool. On my sixth cast…slam! Fish on, a nice fat brookie. The morning started off with a bang I landed 3 fat brookies and salmon within the first hour. We decided we would hike down the lower river to and fish our back. We chilled on the side of the river for a minute had a nice cold Geary’s that my buddy had backpacked in. As we headed down stream the wind began to really pick up….not a big deal with sinking lines and the BII MX, but it did prove to be a challenge at times. We fished our way down to another pool and picked up a few smaller fish along the way including lots of smaller Small Mouth Bass, which got the woods release. It was now raining and we stopped for lunch and another cold beer. We decided to make the Bataan Death March through the woods back up where we had started and figured we would finish our day there. When we arrived we saw the only people we had seen all day. I decided I would head up to the pool below the dam and make a couple of casts while waiting for my buddy to arrive so we could hike out. Three casts into the pool and slam….my reel spinning fast as I scramble along the shoreline trying to keep the fish from getting into the rapids. Finally after putting the wood to him I steered him into shore where I was able to land this beautiful native brook trout. I snapped a quick pick and let him vanish back into the river. Fish like these are the reason we travel to native brook trout fisheries and the reason why native brook trout rivers are such a valuable resource. The day ended with the biggest fish of the day, and we trudged our way back up the trail to truck. We got to the truck battered and tired from hard fishing and hiking the river all-day. After cracking an ice cold beer we hopped in the truck, I turned the key to the sound of click click click…dead battery. Its now 5:30pm we are parked on an incline with a dead battery no cell phone service and an 8 miles to the nearest paved road. So we pondered a few ideas and decided to load up the packs and start hiking the dirt road towards civilization. After about two and half hours of hiking down the logging road we saw lights coming around the corner. We waved down a guy driving an older Cutless, he was a bear hunter who was headed home for the night. The man gave us a ride back to my truck, gave us jump-start and sent us on our way. As I was driving home I was thinking to myself “was it worth it” I grinned and thought… hell yeah it was! For those of you who haven’t fished the some of New Englands native brook trout, Maine has many and some of the nicest native brook trout rivers to fish. Big native brookies, remote and great scenery. Many of Maine’s brook trout fisheries are being negatively impacted by the illegal stocking of smallmouth bass. If the states fish and game law book asks you to kill any of the invasive species on select rivers, streams, ponds and lakes; I strongly encourage people to follow the states guidance and help to preserve some of Maine’s precious and fragile fisheries.