By June 10 the fish were supposed to have come and gone already, but there they were. At first, they looked like a shadow in the water. On closer inspection, the dark blob resolved into hundreds, maybe thousands, of small silvery fish. They swam against the current of the Damariscotta River, braving a large gathering of gulls looking for dinner. Just ahead, the fish faced an uphill climb through dozens of small stone pools built to facilitate th…