I've never met an angler that doesn't have a particular time or place in history they'd love to fish if given the chance. Perhaps you'd like to flycast on the Blackfoot circa 1940, or maybe chase stripers on Cape Cod in the days when 40 pounders were thick as thieves. Me? I'd love to visit the New England coast back when all the rivers were rife with wild Atlantic Salmon. Despite efforts to bring salmon runs back, I don't think we'll ever see the same fishery that existed pre-industrial revolution. But that doesn't mean all the wild Atlantics are gone. In fact, kayak angler and blogger Pierre Champion scored one in the Bronx, of all places, just a few days ago. The story goes like this: