On this day my father and I took my daughter fly fishing for the first time. We fished a small spring creek on Long Island at my father’s favorite spot. A pool of cold, clear water under a maple tree. My father has passed away since, but this day and the spot will always hold a special memory for me. The members of the local TU still refer to the spot as Ivan’s Tree. Yes, she caught a couple of brook trout that day. A perfect day…