The essence of fly-fishing for me is the pursuit.  This place is a hole I've always ended fishing on the last day of an extended day outing a number of times.  This year, I arranged my route to spend the first night here, in pursuit of the large fish I've disturbed here during the day.  Nightfishing yielded just one small brookie, but the spaces in between the fishing make for memories; some cold brews, watching brookies sun in the pool below me while eating breakfast on the rock, intruding on the path that a family of raccoons used to reach the stream for catching crayfish.  And a few crumpled briars and ferns that bore evidence to camp for one night of the pursuit..