It was mid october, and the water teperatures had dropped dramatically on the Lamprey. As I stepped out of my car, and began suiting up for the cold weather, I noticed that there was only one other person there. I said hello, and headed down to my favorite spot on the river. A few hours past, and no one had caught a fish, a few others came and went with no luck, but I was determined to catch one. It was a weird day, and every so often a fish would come barreling out of the water, go about two feet up, then dive back in. I really couldn’t tell what kind of fish they were, but I had an idea. More hours passed, and I worked my way around one particular stretch. I was tying on a knew fly about 15′ from some uncut banks, when a fish came barrelling out of the water, and litterally scating across towards me, only to dive right by my leg. As soon as my senses came to me, I looked down, but of course the fish was gone. I was still kind of dumbfounded, but I continued to tie on my fly. Within five minutes, the same fish jumped again, only this time in the other direction. Now this time I got a better look at the fish, and it was giant! I fished the gravel lay that it came out of, but no response. As time passed I got aggrevated, and waded closer to the shallow area. The water was very dark, and I couldn’t get a good view of where I thought the fish were. Conveniently, there was a tree growing out of the water beside me, that had a three way spilt about 5′-6′ up. As I set my rod in it, I began to haul myself into the little seat. As soon as I got situated, I looked down and saw THREE Giant Atlantic Salmon, all at least 25-35 inches, and all scarred up. I had been right, it had been the Atlantics trying to spawn! As I dropped my fly into place, I got no response. I fished and fished, no luck. I climbed down to get another fly, and then back up. I was fishing for about ten minutes, when all of a sudden I hear a loud CRACK!!!!! Before I realized what had happened, I was underwater with all my gear submerged. I quickly surfaced and rushed to the shore. When I got there, and took off my vest, but had to keep on my soaking sweatshirt, because it was so cold out. My cell phone had drowned (now I always put it in a zip lock baggy) and I was freezing. But, I still had to get one of those fish! As I began fishing this time from the ground, I got no reply. After about an hour of trying everything in the box, I decided that I was ready to go, and began to wade across. Now in order to get back, I had to cross the gravel lay where the Salmon were. This made things interesting. Still fishing, I waded over untill I was about 1′ from them. I could have grabbed one! I let my Woolybugger drift downstream aways, and then I just stood there in awe of the beautiful creatures. After 15 minutes of watching them, I got a call from my step dad telling me that he was there waiting. I couldn’t believe that my cell phone had worked, but it did. As I was reeling up my line, I felt something, and set the hook. WHAM!!!! something big had it now! I faught the fish for what seemed like hours through a very fast stretch of water, finally to bring a beautiful 18” bow to net. I had gotten my fish.