I like these stories posts (scariest moment, etc.). So how about stories about those magical fly fishing moments, like hitting a perfect hatch or watching your children catch their first fish?

I tend to get the "shoulda been here last week", so these are few and far between but here goes:

Went on a 9-day trip to Yellowstone a few years back. Never fished there before. Got a guide for the Yellowstone R. but that was sort of a bust. Then fished Soda Butte and Slough 1st meadow for a day with marginal results. So we decided to hike up to the 2nd meadow of Slough the next afternoon, and hit a perfect BWO hatch. 18-20" cutts rising uniformly and we had the perfect weapon--the #16 sparkle dun.

It was heaven. Beautiful scenery, willing (large and wild) fish, slightly overcast skies, and absolutely no other people in sight. This was our last real day there and my oldest brother left the day before to get back to a meeting. DOH!