guide or buddy nets it for you 80ft down the run? It's hard for me to remember the fish that a buddy has netted for me. I mean, it's still awesome, I'd take it all day 6 ways to Sunday. But, be honest with yourself. The ones you remember are on those solo trips where all of the sudden you're in a panic of euphoria because you realize it's just you and the fish. The fish is huge and it peeling off line with authority down the run. It's starting to feel that there's no way to stop it in fact. And somehow, you're going to have to back this beast up sideways and coax him into your knees while not popping him off. The feeling of that tail and belly is hard to beat.... most especially when you realize you forgot your camera and you don't have to worry about the hero selfie. Disclaimer: Fully aware there is a contingent of fishermen who use 30lb mono with dry line hookless flies who don't catch fish, but when they catch fish, are immediately filled with conservation regret from disturbing the intricate balance of a fish they wish they weren't harming, but are still standing in the river all day hoping to handshake. I respect your opinion, just not as much as someone grounded in the reality that fishing is still fishing.