Much has been written about how to fly fish, how to tie flies, what equipment to purchase, how to cast a fly; fish with nymphs, identify the bugs, ad infinitum. Writers wax eloquent over this fly or that rod; they describe how they caught the big one with a blow by blow account of the battle, and they make us salivate with eye popping pictures. However, at the end of the day, when the rods are cased, the waders are hung to dry, and the anglers are kicked back on the porch digesting their evening meal its less about the gear or even the fish, it's really about the memories of the time and the place that remain.