Fly fishing transcends the classification of sport for many anglers. For some, it is also an art and a sacred religion that celebrates the solitude experienced on a peaceful river, the excitement of following instincts and hunches, and the special bond between people who share a passion. In this book. first-time author Jay Hill introduces you to a group of men from the 1930s, whose love for fishing was lived out on the banks of the limestone creeks in Pennsylvania. Creeks that were the stuff of legend. Gentle flows. Clean. Stream-borne brook trout. If fly fishing has roots, these streams are among those where they were laid down. These men convened at a cabin up in the deep woods, where they shared tall-tale stories, camaraderie, and the unanimous goal to preserve the waters they loved. This would have all been forgotten as time marched on if they had not kept a diary -- a diary found by two friends on a fishing trip many years later. A diary that brought to life the past. This nostalgic tale brings to life a secret angling society that will open your eyes to the extraordinary times of a group of friends that all shared the timeless love of fly fishing.