Do you remember how thrilled you were when the nights got really shorter and the possibility of fishing until the wee hours became reality? When the trout would come and take your fly as in slow motion, when everything was at it’s right place. And than at night, by the fire, with your best buddies you would talk and talk about the fish you missed, that was so big, the fish of a lifetime. Than you would fall asleep, head filled with dreams of better fish and memories of fantastic ones. Do you remember those days?