On my fishing trips across the county I can't help but develop a special fondness for certain rivers, and they aren't always the rivers that produce the most fish. Sometimes it's just a special feeling I get a oneness with the beauty, the quiet solitude, or the challenge of the fly and the fish. Some rivers just naturally draw me back, if not in person, than in dreams and desires. Some of my favorites are the Big Hole, the Au Sable, the Mad, the Mohawk and the Beaverkill.