Kenny and I have been going fishing in different regions of Canada for Atlantic salmon for about 8 years. Many people wonder why we travel so far and spend so much time casting to the “King Of Fish”. The ratio of casts to hook ups is small in comparison to other species of trout and salmon. But, from the moment I hooked my first Atlantic salmon, I was hooked for life. It is difficult to describe with words the totality of the experience. Let me try. Often we use spey rods because the rivers are large and a spey rod enables us to cover otherwise unreachable water. So, we string up our spey rods mostly with floating lines unless water levels demand intermediate or sinking lines. We typically use hand built leaders that are tapered from 20 to 10 pounds. I don’t build my own leaders because there are local anglers that have turned leader building into a refined art form. Each section of the hand built leader is a specific length. And, leaders can be built according to variable fishing conditions. After the leader is attached we then choose from a myriad of classic and modern Atlantic salmon flies. Let me briefly explain my first encounter with the Atlantic salmon. I was fishing the red bank pool on the Margaree River in Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. I was using a single handed 9 weight fly rod. I had the perfect leader and the perfect flies. The weather and water levels were good, but after 3 full days and countless casts I was still fishless. I was wondering the banks questioning the reasons why I was here fishing to fish that are not eating. I was tired of fishing the rotational system in the “good” pools. I needed to see some different water and take break from the system. I wondered upstream and positioned myself in a run that is considered a non-holding run. I noticed an overhanging tree on the opposite bank and the trout side of my brain said, “that looks like a good spot.” I cast a Blue Charm Atlantic salmon fly above the tree and let it drift down. As the fly started to swing there was a huge explosion. My line went tight, my reel screamed and I could feel the pulse of the fish through my rod. The dime bright Atlantic salmon jumped 4 or 5 times and danced across the river. Kenny, my good friend and long time Atlantic salmon companion, tailed the fish. Since that day, I return to various regions of Canada a couple times each year and fish many different Atlantic salmon rivers looking for a bright shiny fish. I just returned from a 5 day stint in Cape Breton. I was on the majestic Margaree River. Brilliant fall colors highlighting the hills and valleys of this Norman Rockwell type scene. I saw some huge Atlantic salmon landed. Atlantics 48″ long with kyped jaws resembling bailing hooks, 42″,46″,38″ and finally down to mine at 26″. Mine was a Grilse, a Salmon that had been out at sea once and returned. I caught my fish on my spey rod with a hospitality fly pattern and loved every minute. I continue to use and learn a lot about the uses of a spey rod and it enables me to cover the water completely, loosing nothing to accuracy and being easier on the shoulders. I will return to Gaspe next spring and the Margaree River in Cape Breton next fall hoping for an Atlantic salmon in the 40″+ size.