But when I fish by myself, the old net stays in the truck more often than not. It isn't so much a matter of conscience for me, rather, I find the ultimate connection to a wild fish happens when I bring it to my hand... slide my fingers to the fly... maybe pat the little feller (like this greenback cutthroat) on the head... and pop the hook out of his mouth, without the fish ever leaving the water. To me, that's landing a fish, and a true test of my fish fighting skills. Of course, I've lost more than a few big fish by not using a net. But that's a trade I'll make.