Being one of those kids you guys tell stories about, I thought I would chime in. My best memories of growing up are fishing trips with Dad and going "up north" to the cabin and fishing all day from the dock or the rowboat stopping only when I was told I had to come and eat dinner. For all of the great things I was able to do as a kid, nothing comes close to hitting the lake with Dad and dropping a line. As a matter of fact, I'm leaving in the morning for a couple of weeks to see my family, and of course hit the lakes with Spike to catch some fish and catch up on what's going on in life. Can't wait to see ya!