I have three days that bring back fond memories.

1) I went 11 for 17 on summers runs. It was a day that every place you thought a fish should be there was. I actually broke a few off because I was tired of chasing fish down river.

2) Hooking 20 nates during CNR. We were at 19 at the launch just wanting to hit the big two O, we kept pounding the water, and found her.

3) This might be my fondest memory. The day we brought a 43.5" chromer to hand. I asked my buddy to grab the camera, then he replied in a real low volume subtle voice, "I left it in the truck." I told those two that day that no one would believe us when we broke the 30 mark. I am still right to this day.