Du 9 mile, Rouge-gorge, DuPecheur, are the names of just 3 of the seveal salmon pools Greg and I had the good fortune to cast a fly through. The good news is each and every pool we fished held Atlantic Salmon. We would see them acrobatically leap, or swirl around in a pool a mere 15 feet from where you are standing. In fact on one pool a giant Salmon actually covered me with water as he cascaded forward in the pool. The bad news, we didn’t catch any salmon. You see Atlantic Salmon fishing is not about catching fish. You have to be indifferent to catching Salmon. You have to be patient and resilent. There were times when I threw a fly and I swore I saw the Salmon smirk back at me as the fly drifted inches from his nose. They are not in the river to feed. So, they never go on a feeding frenzey. There is no “bite on” when fishing for these fish. They will take only when they are ready. It does not matter how many times or how many flies you cast to them. I am not certain I will ever feel the urge to fish for them again. However, I am certain I will yearn to return to theTrinite’ What will bring me back? Perhaps the sheer thrill of watching whales porpoising in front of your camp as the sunrises over the St Lawrence. Or maybe the solitude of the river some 40km back in the bush. And if thats not enough those 5lb Sea Run Brookies sure will. Thats right! Sea Run Bookies so fresh they still have sea lice attached. These fish are built to survive the perils of the ocean. Imagine the strength they display when hooked to a 5x tippet on a 5 weight rod. Both Greg and I caught our largest trout to date on this trip.(albeit mine was the biggest) These trout will take you into your backing! Your reel will screech! Your heart rate will increase! My largest trout ran 60 feet before stopping the first time. After awhile of letting him fight the rod I started to reel him in. Just as the flyline was returning to the reel away he went again, deeper into the backing this time. All of a sudden the fish turned and came to me at a speed that I could not keep pace with while reeling. As the line went slack I was sure I lost my chance to land my biggest trout ever. I retrieved line as quickly as I could and was pleasantly surprised to learn he was still there. The trout then swam to the shoreline looking for cover under the cut bank. Fortunately I was able to coax him away from the branches and rocks while leading him to the net.I know that the policy of Flies and Fins is not to promote products or services and I will honor that policy. However if anyone wishes to contact me for the name, number of email address to the outfitter we used feel free.Greg, Thanks for the great time and French lessons. Maybe I will try those Salmon againJocelin, Merci Beaucoup. It was a pleasure meeting you and Sunnie.