Those Memories....

Memories stay with us for various reasons. Memories can be happy, and sad. They can be vivid or vague. When memories are called upon most times they come back in full living color. Memories as a small stream angler I have found that those that really stand out are the ones that I have recorded in photos. I keep a journal of some of my wanderings but I'll admit I'm not faithful to it. My mind is a journal that keeps my records much better then my written journal. I know that most anglers keep journals and probably are faithful to keeping them proper.

For me though it's the photos. I can look at the picture of a stream and from that the whole outing comes back to me so clear that I can feel the water at my feet. Like the stream above. It small and really not full of fish. It is beautiful in it's flow and colors along it. Fishing it is not going to yield that "monster" but a simple rise will make your morning.
 

 

And when a wild brown actually takes your offering that will bring a grin to your face that will stay with you all day.
 

As a nondescript fly, a bunch of deer hair and thread. When that fly skates across a riffle and is slashed at by a wild brown it suddenly becomes not so nondescript....hold on to your memories any way you can.