Those of you who have a passion for painting fish, as I do, know deep down how you felt with your first successful mounts. Thousands of fish later, it is sometimes a job, or if you would…..work. You can get a bit jaded. Today, a local young man with a brown trout drove 1.5 hours from Minnesota to check things out. He brought his brown trout caught in a small stream. It was 19 inches long, not all that thick, but to him it was so special. We sat and talked for well over an hour. I could see he was so excited by this fish, it brought to mind the first fish I ever mounted, about a 20 inch brown in Colorado. I painted it with a rattle can auto paint and a sharp stump with pastels. It sucked, but it was so special. These are the times when you realize the value of a skin mount, and put that little extra into your job. It made for a great day.