The occasional salmon!
Dry fly is my first love, or possibly 'passion' is a better more descriptive word, yet on occasion over the years I have been known to sometimes chase the odd salmon. Either at the end of the trout season or just to mark the changes I occasionally drift a lure through flooded pools in order to take the odd wild migratory fish for the freezer.
This nice brace of September salmon (above) came from the River Hodder after some very appalling wet and gale-force weather when throwing a diminutive dry fly after trout or grayling was virtually a no go.
Nevertheless, as soon as conditions permit I always get back to the beloved dry fly. These migratory monsters are very exciting to catch yet the real joy of naturalistic and imitative fishing is for me to be had hunting the salmon's smaller cousins, which actually feed in freshwater, with tiny dressings.
Heavy flows on the River Hodder mean time to try for a big salmon or two