I burned almost a full tank of gas and waded miles of shoreline in search of Smelt. I knew if I could find the Smelt the Salmon would be close behind. Finally after a half day of searching I found both of them. I threw out a bunch of line and the Mickey Finn hit the water and began to sink. I interchanged short quick strips with Salmon twitches. I could see my fly twitching through the water and then I saw the torpedo like shapes tracking and swatting at the fly. I quickly pulled in my fly hoping not to hook one of the Salmon. I wanted to check all my knots and my leader because I knew the next cast would most likely result in a hook up. Everything looked good. I cast my line. The fly hit the water and the Salmon hammered the fly instantly. He was out of the water several times and the battle was on. This Salmon was true to its reputation. The Salmon made long blistering runs and then tail walked across the surface of the lake. What a sight, what a fish and what a memory. It is no wonder why the Landlocked Salmon is Maine’s premiere freshwater game fish. They seem to fit so perfectly with their surroundings and other species of trout just seem pale in comparison. Their bright silver bodies provide the perfect contrast to the dark evergreens and jagged rocks that surround the crystal clear bodies of water that are home to the Maine Salmon. The fish continued to amaze me with its acrobatic antics and finally came to hand. The fish was released unharmed. Fisherboy was up next. We both realized that these Salmon were very particular about how they wanted to see the fly. They absolutely wanted to see the fly twitching in a certain fashion. Fisherboy perfected the twitching motion and tricked a beautiful Salmon. Immediately, the Salmon was airborne peeling line off Fisherboy’s reel. The day came to an end but the Salmon season is just getting started. If these Salmon were a sign of things to come, it certainly seems as though 2006 might be a good season.