I'm still going to the gorgeous river that I used to fish during my childhood. That was sometimes with my father (who's fishing the Endless River) and sometimes with old friends.
The river is in great shape, the waters are pure crystal like during those old days. I use to go alone or with my wife and fish 4-6 hours walk-and-wade for browns, rainbows and some possible nice brookies. 99% on dries and 99% without other humans in the river. The deep forests of deep greens, the mountains of granite are there. An occasional kingfisher observing me, hawks, and some boar in the bushes making noice.
Diverse hatches are always in the air during mornings and late in the afternoons. Is like a continue dream and I really consider myself a lucky flyfisher. The Time is stopped there for some reason.
What about you, guys? Are you still visiting those old streams of your childhood?

Regards,