Yes, those are the fish you always remember. I can vividly remember two early July NU fish that hit like freight trains, ripped into my backing in seconds, and threw the hooks as they cartwheeled down the rapids below me. Totally unlandable devilfish. I remember very little of the two fish I landed later each morning from the same runs, fish that fought pretty well, but never threatened to leave the pool. Those unlandables always leave me shaking, laughing out loud to mysef, and wanting more.
"Perhaps fishing is, for me, only an excuse to be near rivers." - Roderick Haig-Brown