I'll start this little epic, with this caveat: I know I don't put up the #'s of fish some of you guys do, but this is mine. The set-up on my #1 day was pretty simiple. A sweet old-style G.Loomis IMX 1082s with a Shimano stradic 2000 on for the ride, my 2000 was loaded with 10 lb. maxima ultragreen I slipped on a red friction plastic bobber and tied on a #1 maraboo pink/white jig. So far so good... its about 10:30 am so the morning rush is over and my fav. hole is all mine, save for 1 clueless cracker, I spot him(with my own eyes) with a steelhead on and as he lands his chrome 8 lb winter-run. I look over his rig, its pretty lame, but hey, he has 1 more fish than me so I go to work. About cast #2 down she goes and I'm into a 10 lb'er, the chromers keep coming #2, #3 and #4 come in bang bang and bang....by now even the cracker knows he has been had and is threatening to toss me in, but wait. I offered #3 to him to reel in and he passed, so what can he do but watch and worship me (plus I out-weigh him by 50 lbs.)......? Look up there, the peanut gallery on the bank are all loading up with #1 pink/white jigs (stripping off the 12lb. ultragreen and spooling 10 lb. as they all have 12X bino's up on the hill & that WILL make all the difference) and pulling up thier waders for a shot at the hot fish. But the show is over, save for a 15 lb. semi-chrome chum I nail as a coup de grace I have cleaned all the biters out of the hole. I have had the day of days and walk off the river like Brad Pitt in "A river runs thru it" ....Your story??