The abundance and size of the Brown trout in the Salmon River this season is astonishing. I have heard several theories why but none of them really interest me. The fact is that they are present and majestic. Instead of flying to Tierra Del Fuego or Russian Kamchatka, I can hop in the car, head 30 minutes North and have a shot at a my own 2 ½ foot Brownie. As much as my buddies and I joke about another “dirty german fish” the reality is that the days of seeing them as an auxillary or filler fish may be over. They can bridge the gap between hours and hours of fishless drifts. Many recent outings have yielded numbers of Browns that I won’t even mention because no one would believe it. Despite the early American stigma I am really starting to develop a strong reverence for this species. Their appetite is voracious and attitude aggressive. Survivors in the face of adversity and they may not fight quite as long and hard as a Steelhead but I can assure you when they get into the double digits they will give the best fly fisherman a run for their money. I notice as I get older my views on a lot of things in life are changing including my views on “the other trout”. This fishery has really come into its own over the past few years and I am pleased to be a part of the new management practices. In the future I will enjoy the Brown trout of the Great Lakes and the Salmon River just as much as the chrome missiles that I so desire. VIVA MARRON TRUCHA!