I didn't see one of these threads here,and we are passing time till spring. I'll start.... My most rememberal fishing moments were the one on one trips with my youngest boy. I hope to get him back out on the water too some day. He's in college now,and has a women of his own competing for his time. Quite a few trips with him come to mind,but the best was his first hookup with a big Milford Blue at 14 yrs old. I had been on these fish for awhile,tearing them up at night. Thought I'd better get him out there before the season ended. I had backed the drag off for him,knowing the 20-35 lbers I'd been on would pull him out off the boat. lol I had been telling him about these fish,and hoped to produce the day I took him. You know how it goes when you talk it up. Started my 1st pass along the break that had been yielding the most fish,...notta. Moved to another area,strike two! I could see the dissapointment in his eyes at 2 am, ouch! Dang, I hadn't missed in weeks out there,knew those fish were close. So, I reasoned it out and moved to a secondary break nearby. Imediately marked fished getting into position. As we slid quitely over the fish dragging baits,I told Brandon to get ready. Looking at me (like yea,right) he sat up in his chair anyways. Bang bang, two rod tips in the water with drags screaming. Set the hook I yelled as I grabbed for the other rod. I had mine half way in,but Brandon still couldn't get the rod out of the holder. Knowing mine was smaller I jerked the trolling motor out of the water,and placed my fish on a short leash back in the rod holder. Turned to help him about the time he pulled the rod free. I sat next to him admiring the way he was horsing him in. He was bringing it too the boat,pumping the rod like a pro. I reached for the net,telling him we need to make this quick as he hasn't figured out he's hooked yet. The fish surfaced just out of reach. One more time I said. Brandon cranked back down and pulled. Thump, the cat's nose hit the boat. A big splash and the reel scream was what we heard next,as the Blue went straight to the 30' bottom and out. I reached for the hood on Brandon's suit as his knees reached the boat's side. He was about to go over when he squatted down and rared back. He had him,but the spool was half empty again. In the dimmly lit interior I could see the tears in his eyes,as the doubts began to set into his mind. You got him I encouraged,just keep the line tight and take your time. Slowly pump after pump he brought it back to the top. I made sure I was accurate with the net,because I knew he couldn't do it again. Score! I was so proud of him I started to well up. lol Sat him on the bait tank seat and laid his prize acrossed his lap for a picture. Damn, I still had a fish on! After a short break we made another pass for a few more fish. He caught another before admitting he was tired. We talked about that nite for a long time. Yup, those were the days...... More cat pics as I watched him grow up.