Badgermilk28 (US)

 It all started on a warm evening in LaCrosse, WI when I met my future wife. The courtship was fun and she is the greatest and most special person I will ever meet, and on our wedding day, Heaven came knocking. By knocking I do mean in the form of a spinnerbait getting slammed by bass and pike alike. My best man and I decided that the ideal bachelor party consisted of waking up at the break of dawn (maybe even a little bit before) and head out to one of the prettiest lakes in Minnesota to fish for a few hours before the ceremony. Of course I had already secured permission for this jont, and as long as I didn't come back smelling like fish, she agreed to marry me. I figured this contractual agreement was fair, and just hoped the soap would do its job. With the sun about to peek its rays from beyond the horizon, first casts were well on their way. Jason, my best man, and I fished this small lake for about 5 hours, and it was the best fishing trip I have ever been on to this day. I have had days where catching 105 fish set a new personal best for me, but being in a boat with someone you respect and compete with on a "friends for life" basis beats any other trip I have taken on my own. As my first "story" ; comes to an end, I hope that everyone out there has had and continues to have great fishing trips...remember, its not who catches the biggest fish, but the one who takes the picture of you holding it that makes a trip worthwhile.