Oh man....so many cool memories. A 23 lb nate with Robbo....a 21 lb nate with Hairball.....a week later. First marlin, a maniac that jumped so much we quit counting at 40....but all of them pale to my best bud's first day out with me on the Sky several years ago. Not one fish, but the best day ever. Standing on one rock, never moving for 4 hours, he hooked 4 silvers, landing one, hooked two steelies, landing none (he had one whipped, on it's side in the shallows, then he let out a Ted Nugent war cry, dropped his rod and tried to grab it by pouncing on it like a lion on a warthog) and the other spit the hook at his feet. It got away and he was standing there waist deep, searching for the fish like a character from a Daffy Duck cartoon. This was one month after he was diagnosed with Leukemia. We've had many great trips since and he has his ups and downs with his chemo, but that day was the most memorable of all.