I began fishing the Penobscot River in Maine in the early 1980's. From my vantage point at the Dickson Pool, it was not uncommon, during the height of the salmon run, to see 20-30 fish caught during the course of the morning.
There was a father and son twosome, names Forbes, who fished from a boat anchored out in the current. I never witnessed a day when they did not catch at least one fish.
It was a truly wonderful fishery up until about 1990 when the fish just seemed to disappear.
I fished that river religiously, but I am sad to admit never caught a fish. That's a story for another day.
Now I really am going to sleep.