I do, and it was a beauty. I was 14 and out learning how to with my uncle. I was fishing a dry on a little stream near my house. My first fly rod fish, a 15? brown and a very big fish for that stream, was in a small pool and thankfully stayed there after sipping in my dry fly. I remember yelling to my uncle who was 100 yards upstream to bring the net, bring the net. I somehow managed to keep from breaking him off until my uncle arrived and scooped him up in his net. Back then we ate what we caught and that fish was dinner for sure. I vividly remember periodically checking inside my wicker basket creel throughout the morning seeing that fish lying in a handful of wet ferns and admiring how beautiful it was. After that day, I was destined to be a fly fisher for life. I still have that creel, my uncle gave it to me a few years later. It hangs on the wall in my ?man room? as a lasting reminder.