After catching limits of rockfish their last trip out, our every-other-Monday Fishing Fools gang was ready to take another crack at the very elusive salmon. They headed to Duxbury, about the only spot within range were the salmon have been trickling through off and on, put the lines in the water and trolled. And trolled. And trolled. They did hook and land one nice salmon. Only problem was that it was the wrong kind of salmon, a silver which we can't keep. So the guys took a good stare to remember what a salmon looks like, sniffed it to remember what they smell like, gave it a kiss goodbye and graciously released it back to the briny blue. And that was it for the day. For those of you wondering why we're not scheduling salmon trips, this is why. Sure hope the salmon return next season.