Monday of this week found me back at my sometimes-grueling job. This Monday certainly was one of those days. Through the years I have found my body reacts to stress in different ways. I have experienced hot flashes, rapid pulse, difficulty breathing and a host of other symptoms. On this past Monday I experienced something I had never felt before. Throughout the day my right arm would fly up and 90 degree at the elbow. From there the arm would swing like a pendulum from the 10 o’clock to 2 o’clock positions. In addition I would at times find myself staring into the turbulent water of the flush at the urinal while wearing polarized glasses. I knew then that I was in real trouble. I knew the best thing for my health was to seek medical attention ASAP. My friend Greg has several contacts in the medical field, so I called Greg for advise. Without hesitation he recommended that I call Dr. Fishalot. Dr. Fishalot was unable to see me on Monday, but quickly diagnosed my symptoms as Landlock Salmonitis. ?Although no cure is known, he said, “the symptoms can be relieved by locating a river holding salmon.” Another call to Greg and plans were made to treat my condition at first light on Tuesday. After driving for 3 hours, spotting a young cow moose, a deer and several other creatures of nature we arrived at our destination. I passed along to Greg, that fishing above the bridge at this location would be non productive. (I had gathered that bit of information in my search for productive salmon waters) Well, Greg insisted we start at the top and work our way down. On about my fifth cast, with a cone head wooly bugger attached, into the top run of this river the tug I needed to ease the symptoms I had described to Dr. Fishalot happened. This was a heavy fish and my 5-wt trident was being pushed to its limits as this fish fought being brought back upstream. The fish came into the net and was quickly released. Greg was next to hook up using a stonefly nymph. And so the day went. We caught fish on streamers, and nymphs. We caught salmon and trout. But, the fish I remembered as I laid my head on the pillow last night was the one in the pool just before the bridge. I was drifting a nymph and using an indicator. The drift was perfect, the indicator paused momentarily and I set the hook. From below the surface an explosion occurred that propelled a huge salmon into the air. “There he is,” I hollered and “there he goes I cried.” He shook the hook as soon as he hit the water. I will remember that fish for a long time. Hopefully my symptoms of Landlocked Salmonitis will subside a little and will be able to concentrate on work for the remainder of the week. If not Dr Fishalot has said I will need to see a specialist? Dr Seasonoff?.