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Remembering Steve:
Steve was having a very good fall season for his efforts and in his spots. I was doing just the opposite, making bad calls and not finding any fish to even squeak the drag. Steve calls me down one night. There I am hooked up to a panicked, shallow water 37 lb. bass just going zzzzzzz over the sandbar. So, Steve decides to just stop his own fishing to follow me around, yelling in my ear "are we having fun yet???!!"
After the tide and the fishing, we were talking about the impending winter and how we were going to miss all this. He said, "Yeah, sometime I wake up at night in the winter to the sound of zzzzzzzzzzzzzz."
The three of us (Xman: Numbskull) tend to C&R everything; however, I did kill this bass for our end of season, T.G.I.O. Party (tongue-in-cheek: Thank God It's Over!)-- in tribute to our season long suffering wives. I sent Steve this picture last week, and told him this is the fish we will celebrate. I made a big fish chowder with it. Steve died the morning of our celebration.
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