Sure, one always stands out. First time I met Josh, as he was from Arkansas, I was about 9 or 10 at our big family shindig with over 100 people at Fort Flagler, Wa.. We went down to the long pier, armed with our fishing poles and started casting for salmon with herring. I'll never forget, it was the first time I really fished for salmon, a nice Coho about six to eight pounds followed Josh's cut plug in, but just teased us, swam around it but never bit. Then my oversized smartass cousin Roger joined us, he was about 22 at the time. He fling's a cut plug out first cast and I swear the same Coho followed it in an took the bait, ended up on the barbq. Josh and I were just happy someone fooled the damn thing, even if it wasn't us.
