As I read through many of these posts I realize that we all Fly Fish because we love it and for many of us it has been a lifelong passion while others are beginning to enjoy the special nature of fly fishing. I thought it might be interesting for some of us to share one or some of our most memorable times with a fly rod. I hope to read some of yours, here is only one mine; The “Hatch” Several years ago (in this decade) my fishing buddy and I took a trip to the Madison River area. We spent about a week on the Madison, Yellowstone, Henry’s Lake and the Henry’s Fork and some of the tributaries. On the third day my fishing buddy and I had spent most of the day on the Madison River around the Raynolds Pass area and enjoying ourselves on an early August afternoon. Having caught our share of browns and bows we went back to the cabin for a late lunch. During that time we decided to go to the Cabin Creek area just between Hebgen Dam and Quake Lake and fish the late afternoon/evening bite. We had no idea what was in store for us as we set out on the stream. The river was in a mid-summer flow, meaning it runs high for irrigation downstream so wading out in the river is difficult at best, so most of the fishing is close to the bank and fishing the ribbons of side channels. This is a dry fly fishing dream. 14” average, mostly rainbows that you can sight fish for. It was nearing 6:30 and the sun had gone behind the mountain, but we still had a couple of hours of light left when it started; probably the biggest hatch of mayflies I have ever encountered on a stream before. Before I knew it the river bank on the other side was almost obscured from the clouds of mayflies and just like that the river started to boil. This was not a fish here and a fish there, it was fish everywhere and in places you would never imagine a fish to reside. As fast as I could I put on a size 14 Adams and flicked it out to the seam. I think the fish actually took the fly before it even hit the water. Release and cast again. This time the fly hit the water, but just barely, and wham, a beautiful 18” rainbow. This went on for over an hour with the largest brought to hand at around 20”. I’m certain there were bigger ones that we lost before getting them in. Out in the bigger water, too far to cast to, we saw numerous rises and complete leaps of some very large fish. Browns, Bows or Bulls? Who knows but some were big at high single or even double digit weights and it was an incredible sight. The sun was now starting to set and the hatch ebbed and the river calmed. The fish had eaten their dinner and a few were still coming up for dessert, but mostly quiet and calm now. Uncounted fish hooked, caught and released. The evening sun, no wind, warm temperatures, the mountain rising up all around you and we were two of three on the river to experience the “Hatch”. I might fish the rest of my life and never have that experience again.