A great number of new products are debuted at the annual International Fly Tackle Dealers show. Each year, a handful items stand out among the crowd of new introductions. In order to help highlight some of the new products, IFTD allows attendees of the show to vote for their favorites in its New Products Showcase. While this helps bring attention to some great products, there are many that don't win awards or that aren't entered in the showcase which don't always get the attention they deserve. Over the next few weeks, in an effort to help highlight some of this year's best new products, we'll be publishing a series of pieces highlighting some of the new products that caught our eye at this year's show in Orlando.

Fishpond Sushi Roll

Although accessory manufacturers are always trying to reinvent the fly box, with varying levels of success, Fishpond has decided to go in another direction with its new Sushi Roll. The Sushi Roll is a storage solution for big streamers, saltwater flies and the like which aims to improve over big fly boxes and their issues with bulk, durability and moisture retention. The Sushi Roll is a nylon backed foam mat that you can plunk a hefty number of streamers onto. Once you've plucked off the fly of your choice, simply roll up the Sushi Roll and stash it. The Sushi Roll is lined with foam teeth that separate its layers which, according to Fishpond, lets air to flow through, allowing your streamers to dry and preventing your hooks from rusting. Once rolled up, the Sushi Roll takes up considerably less real estate than a hard box. Retail: $30.

I fully expected to bump into Mowgli and Baloo, bopping their way through the jungle. Or to have some hideous children-of-the-corn moment. Or to simply lose my way in the sea of seven-foot black-eyed susans, never to be found again. It was delicious.

I'd asked Mac, somewhat skeptically, if waders were really necessary. My early glimpses of the sweet little stream seemed to belie the need to get wet, and it was bloody hot, but he had nodded and I reluctantly suited up. Good thing too, for without that slick outer surface I might still be out in that deep Wisconsin meadow, tightly wrapped in bright green tendrils.

Instead I slithered my way through the growth, pausing in the occasional gaps of matted grasses formed the night before by bedding deer, listening to the constant drone of bees, enjoying nose-to-nose stare downs with curious hummingbirds, and following the sound of running water - often the only clue that a stream was near.