My dad took me on a vacation in the southern part of our beautiful state of West Virginia. He wanted to experience my favorite hobby with me. He has cancer and is a 6’4” 200 sum lb man, hiking miles into the forest, fishing dry flies for tiny wild bows and native brookies on a mountain stream, with me. It’s my favorite memory. Surprised the giant didn’t rip the head off the fish when adrenaline took over during the hook set. It’s my favorite day of fishing and, easily, always will be.