The North Woods of Maine are home to the last largely intact populations of brook trout in the United States. Visiting this unique place provides a glimpse into the past, when brookies were common and healthy up and down the spine of Appalachia. Today, eastern brook trout are in real trouble thanks to a number of stressors ranging from mine runoff and acid rain to natural gas drilling in the Marcellus Shale area. [ Read Full Post ]
by Lawrence Pyne

Our third and final day broke with overcast skies that threatened rain. So we loaded our gear into rucksacks, threw them into the back of Rick’s truck, and hit the road.
Northern Maine has few paved roads, yet is laced with private logging roads. They range from gravel highways like the fabled Golden Road north of Moosehead Lake to dirt two-tracks that require a four-wheel drive with good ground clearance. The North Maine Woods alone has 3,000 miles of permanent gravel roads, and thousands more that are not maintained. It takes time and a good map to learn them, but it’s worth it. They lead to endless backwoods hunting and fishing opportunities.
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by Lawrence Pyne

Our second day began like the first, with Jeff Reardon, Greg Ponte, and I boarding Matt Libby’s floatplane at the dock at Libby Camps. Except this time our destination was one of Matt’s favorite remote trout ponds, where we would fish from canoes stashed along the shore.
Nestled in a rugged height of land between the Allagash and Aroostook watersheds, it’s officially classified by the state as a “native” brook trout pond, meaning it has never been stocked—either directly or indirectly through fish planted in connecting water.
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by Lawrence Pyne

In all my travels, I have never been anywhere like the North Maine Woods. About the size of Yellowstone, Glacier and Yosemite National Parks combined, it is home to some of the wildest rivers and lakes in the East, including the 92-mile Allagash Wilderness Waterway. Yet it is neither park nor national forest.
Instead, the North Maine Woods is almost entirely commercial timberland, which is open to the public for a reasonable daily fee. It is a forested world unto itself and hunting and fishing paradise, even if while scouting for moose, deer or a promising place to cast, you must also keep a sharp eye out for logging trucks. Because they do, in fact, own the road.
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by Lawrence Pyne

Photo: Dave Sherwood/wildfilephoto.com
The species name for brook trout—fontinalis—tells you almost all you need to know about the native trout of the East. Roughly translated, it’s Latin for “from a spring.”
More than anything else, brook trout are a fish of clean, cold, undisturbed streams and ponds. Which is why wild, truly native brookies are such a precious commodity. They not only look like jewels, they have become almost as rare.
Once abundant from southern Appalachia north across the Mid-Atlantic and Northeast, brook trout now occupy a fraction of their native range. Habitat destruction, water pollution, and competition from non-native fish have eliminated the colorful speckled trout from all but the most pristine waters. Continued human encroachment, natural gas development, and climate change threaten even these remnant populations.
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