LOL you guys! TM took the oars for a brief moment while I was dealing with a hard-nosed hatchery buck, and he was able to get the ship to shore without hitting a single rock! Of course, Tony showed up with his whole shoulder black and blue claiming some injury would keep hime from rowing. Hey Kev, did you notice that shoulder didn't bother him much once a fish was on?

Let's just say the ol' sore shoulder didn't prevent Tony from putting on a clinic. He was definitely flirting with getting tossed in. But he didn't talk any smack (probably from fear of being put on the oars), because he knows fishing is a team effort.

Taking TM fishing with you is kinda like taking a Rottweiler that knows how to fish well and straightens out the boat while you do the turnaround. Heck, he even offered me his last smoke! That's the kind of guy you don't mind taking in your boat!

Glad you had fun, TM. We'll have to get together again soon. I wound up with your coffee mug, so I'll get that back to you next time we hook up.