This morning did not look like a promising day for fishing at all. That being said, I packed up the fishing machine and headed out at 7 am. Rain, rain, rain and more rain. Then the sun broke through the clouds and the day actually became quite nice at about 10 30. Then the good part. Just as I was pondering the possibility of my 17th skunk, my rod on the starboard side started jumping like crazy. I jump up and set the hook and miss it. Just as I am reeling up my bitten in half anhovie, the big chrome bastard must have noticed that there was a white hootchie in close proximity. My rod on the left started bouncing, the tell tale sign of a big fish hooked. I drop my other rod and set the hook and reel like crazy to catch up with him. When I did, he ran in every direction possible, at me, away from me, back at me, passed me, and under me. All while this is happening I am scrambling to get all my gear out of the water so I can net this bad boy. When I finally get him to the boat and net him on the second try, pull him over the side and give the loudest WOOHOO anyone has ever heard, it dawns on me. I won't have to go home tonight and have my girlfriend tell me that it was my 17 th skunk. Instead, we will eat half bbq'd and smoke the other half of my 27 LB RED SPRING!!!!!! WOOHOO!!! :happy: The best day ever!!! :thumbup: