Tough choice.

For me, I guess it just comes down to the difference in how it felt between the times I was fishing for slabs and caught some nice silvers and the times I was fishing for hooknose and tied into a mouth-foaming brute of a king. A little hard to forget those times and not want to take another hack. Heck, my knees are still quivering.

Not to mention that first mouthful of spring chinook either. mmmmmh mmmmmh good. The frosting on the cake!