We all have those places we fish that hold special memories. Those memories may be of the day and how beautiful it was or perhaps the memory might be of the fly we used. The memory could center on how productive the day was and maybe it was of the trout you caught.
This is a memory of a day and a stream that may be in the top ten of my days afield. I'm familiar with this stream having fished many times over the years. It tumbles down a hill through a deep forest of mixed trees. The maples and oaks and the pine and hemlock with a bunch of white birch thrown in. It's a beautiful stream any time of year but especially in the fall. There is a brief walk along a trail before it vanishes, then it's a bunch of boulders and roots with some briers to make it a challenge.