An Account Of The Salmon And Its Varieties
I desire merely to give some account of this beautiful fish for the
information of my readers, the knowledge of which has come under my own
notice, in the rivers of Ireland in particular, amongst the fishermen at
their mouths, at the "cruives" or "cuts," and throughout my rambles
along their banks.
This excellent salmon is a very handsome fish, the head is small, the
body rather long and covered with brig
t scales, the back is of a bluish
shade, the other parts white, and marked with irregular dark brown spots
on the head, the covers of the gills, down each side from the lateral
lines to near the edge of the back, very few are to be seen below the
lines which run from head to tail; the tail is forked.
He takes great delight in pursuing small fish and fry, and in playing
and jumping on the top of the water, at insects no doubt, and for his
own sport.
It has been often said that there was never any thing found in the
salmon's stomach such as edibles, but it has been recently discovered
that they prey upon herrings, sprats, fry, and other dainties in their
native element; and as these fish are very nutritious and fat in
themselves, no doubt the nourishing channel in them receives the
substance of the food very quickly, as it appears to be digested so
rapidly in their stomachs. He leaves the sea for the fresh water rivers
about January and February, and continues to run up till September and
October, their spawning time, and some spawn after this time; they are
often big with roe in December and January, in the end of August or the
beginning of September; when they are in roe regularly, they cannot be
in proper season; they get soft, their beautiful color and spots vanish,
and they do not appear like the same fish. They travel up rivers as far
as they can possibly get, into lakes and their feeders, and tributaries
of large rivers, where they take delight in the broad gravelly fords,
and strong deep running currents, which they like to be as clear as
crystal, to effect which they will leap over weirs, waterfalls, "cuts,"
"cruives," and "traps," when there is a flood rushing over them, to the
great delight of the fly fisher, who loves to see them run and escape
these obstructions.
The male fish is supplied by nature with a hard gristly beak on the end
of the under jaw, which fits into a socket in the upper jaw to a nicety;
with this the Salmon go to work with their heads up stream, rising their
tails sometimes nearly perpendicular, and root up the sand and gravel in
heaps, leaving a hollow between, wherein the female deposits the eggs;
the male fish still performing his part, chasing away the large trout
that are ready to root it up (the spawn), he covers it over
substantially against the forthcoming winter's floods and storms. By
this time he becomes wearied, spent, and sickly, and then turns himself
round and makes head for the sea, where, if once happily arrived, he
soon makes up for the debility in his blue, his fresh, and ever free
element. The refreshing and purging nature of the salt water soon makes
him once more strong and healthy, he may be seen leaping and playing in
the sea near the river's mouth on his recovery. I have been told by
fishermen that they proceed in shoals to the ice fields in the North
Seas, and return to the rivers and estuaries in the spring and summer
as they departed, in large shoals; they discover themselves in the bays
by jumping out of the water as they near the river.
The Salmon haunts the deepest, strongest, and most rapid rivers, and is
rarely to be seen in those wherein there is much traffic, or that are
sullen or muddy. They prefer the upper parts of rough streams that run
into large pools, and the tails of these pools, behind large stones, in
the middle and at sides of waterfalls in the eddies, these are the parts
to throw for them, but the fisherman on the water will show the angler
all the best places. The best months to angle for them are from March
till the middle of August, after September they are out of season. They
will take the fly best from six or seven o'clock in the morning till
nine, and from three in the afternoon till dark, with a good wind
blowing up stream. I have hooked them on the very top of a precipice,
after surmounting the leap, where they lie to rest in the first deep
pool they come to; they generally run down over the rocks or falls of
water to the pool beneath, when they often get killed by the rapid
descent.