Some memories are there for the moment, some last for days and others for a life-time.
On the raft trip across the river, C.T. changed his mind and decided he wanted to fish more. I stood beside him instructing him that the proper way to fly-fish a pool for steelhead is to make a cast, then walk downstream a couple of paces, cast again and continue this procedure until the piece of water has been covered. Some fish are never meant to be landed and this was one of them, partly because of Charles' inexperience with fly equipment when river fishing. In this case, the fish virtually played the boy. Charles found he had a very active bundle of energy at the end of his line.