I can't pick just one. A great outing for me is one that is tons and tons of fun for whatever reason...usually there is a memorable fish or two or 20, but always there will be something neat that happened that makes the day the special one.
Fishing with Mick on the Mississippi River was one such memorable day about 7 years ago. We got a flat tire on the trailer about 50 yards from the entrance to the launch. We changed it like an Indy pit crew and launched about 6 seconds later.

But it was a new stretch of water for us upstream from Appleton. Mick caught a decent smallie on the first cast. We fished the area for the morning and I caught five smallies that were big and fat and popping with crawdads. Each one was a great fish. We pulled the boat out and fished the river below Appleton in the afternoon. I took Mick to a spot I call the stciks, predicting a galoot of a largemouth. Sure enough, I caught the galoot that me and Mick now refer fondly to as the "Ohhhhh Myyyyyyy GAwdddddd" bass. I think it was that day that made me think it would be a good idea to try tournaments (big dummy

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With Weeder, it was the final day of musky season and we hadn't had any luck at all for several weeks. At 8:00 a.m. I caught my first muskie over 40 inches...a 45-er to be precise, and fat. We christend the cradle we had made that morning. What a week! Cloud nine.
With Bobber, there was day on Little Gull Lake that was not necessarily the best day for numbers, but one big hawg I will never forget came out on a jerk shad. The funnest part was the adventure we had, four-wheeling my 14 foot Sea Nymph through a bog in search of the long lost lake that we saw on the map. We knew it had to be in there. It took us hours, pushing the boat through branches and blueberry bushes. We never got to the long lost lake. Hours to get back. A little later we learned that we were in the wrong part of the lake and were looking at the wrong part of the map. Big Dummies.

But there was not one minute we didn't laugh. I knew then that me and Bobber was destined to be good fishin buddies.
And then there was speckle trout fishing with my brother...blah blah blah
I could go on and on...