I don’t forget them, ever. I have a catalogue of almosts running through my subconscious, flickering like the 8mm nature films from 8th grade science class.
Damn you snook for following my fly out of the mangroves, eating it and jumping off it before I even had a say in things.
Damn you tarpon for peeling away at the last second.
Damn you striper for refusing to wait until I worked the line kink clear of the guides.
Damn you bluegill for smacking that popper you can’t even fit. Don’t think your size makes you immune because you falsely raised my expectations.
Own it Tiny, you’re on the list.