Pretty much.

It was a gorgeous day to be sure. I traded one Valentine's sweet heart (the GF) for another (one hot little hen) and I will be paying the price for that decision for sometime to come. I'm not only in the dog house, but buried well beneath it. In the end, it was well worth it to break my brutal steely slump and hang with great friends. GF's come and go. Brothers and fish last forever. The benefit of being me is catching so few fish that every single one burns into my memory as a special moment.

BTW - that's my first fish on a worm. F'in-a-Finally. I was beginning to think that it was all some sort of elaborate ruse at my expense. All up and all around, I owe Bantam a whole hell of lot. For that, I'll glady take the semi-homo "job well done" arm on the shoulder. He earned that fish as much, if not more, than I did. Trust me - with me in the front of your boat...you. earn. it.