You always remember your first.
Yesterday I took my girlfriend out for her first day ever of fly fishing. We'd been waiting for a nice day with the proper conditions, and everything finally lined up right. The weather was going to be good, the sun was going to shine and the fishing has been awesome. Taking someone fishing for their first time is always kind of nervewracking. You want them to have fun and enjoy it, not catch nothing and hate it. Especially when it's your girlfriend you're taking out.
I knew it was going to be a good day when she hooked two nice trout right away when we started fishing. They both got off, but she was so excited. We fished downstream, eventually ending up in a place I knew there were lots of fish. After some changes to her rig, she hooked into a decent rainbow. After the panic subsided a bit she played it like a champ and brought him in. It was a beautiful rainbow, all colored up and shiny in the sun. She couldn't have been happier. Except for when she caught three more.
At the end of the day walking back to the car, she was already talking about going again. Seeing the fishing fever take hold is always exciting to watch. All in all, it was a really great day.