“The first time I experienced such fishing was on the Henry’s Fork in Last Chance, ID. I was both enamored by and frustrated with these seemingly impossible-to-catch fish that would slowly move upstream in small pods. No matter what fly I chose, they never showed even a slight interest.”
To be fair, I’d never really put too much thought into catch and release. It’s something that I’ve been taught to do, just another aspect of the sport that I love. With rare exception, I’ve always assumed that my released fish live on to fight another day and I sleep easy knowing that I’m doing my part for the conservation of the species.