You will remember that I was on the Miramichi back in the spring, promising myself a trip later on in the year when the waters cleared and the Atlantic salmon were fresh-run. Well, it happened. And most of it happened in the first half an hour. Pimm, bless him, had been fishing fifteen minutes when a Shady Lady was nabbed halfway across the first pool he had tried. It really was a monster. The fish jumped twelve times perhaps. Pete, our venerable guide, pronounced it the biggest fish of the season – forty plus. It was like a miracle was happening. Fifteen minutes into a trip and the fish to die for.