For 25 years, ever since I first picked up a fly rod, I’ve dreamed of fishing Labrador. This is where the giant brook trout that once filled Maine’s waters still roam free — where the odds of landing a trout of a lifetime aren’t just wishful thinking, they’re practically guaranteed.

Unbelievably, I just returned from that very trip with my wife Stac and eight of our friends and clients. This was a journey I never thought I’d actually make, but they say when you dream, you should dream big — and Labrador is called The Big Land for a reason.

I remember being at a sportsman’s show with my dad 25 years ago. We stopped at a booth to check out a lodge in Labrador — the one with the giant trout. I dreamed about this for years, but eventually reality set in. There were responsibilities — kids, h

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