I'll break in down like Theo did:
Haul Wise:
In the late 80s or early 90s (memory is going big time) my dad and I, and one of my partners in the CPA firm that I was one of the owners of, and his nephew. Yep that's four. Chartered a boat down in the Sea of Cortez. We were trolling around a floating island of flotsam. We had four lines in the water and as we rounded the island the port side pole started singing. We had a hook up. Before my Dad could grab the pole, the pole immediately adjecent to that got hit and immediately the two remaining poles got hit. We had found a school of Dorado. We caught our limit of 24 Dorado (6 each at that time, don't know what it is today) in less that an hour fishing. We were all exhaust and happy.
A far as entire enjoyment:
That's a little more difficult. A serious contender would be this day. Picture the summer of 2008. A warm Texas day. It sprinkled a little in the morning. Surrounded by a group of pond boss buddies. Bruce instructs Ricki and I as to how to rig a pole using the patented Condello jigging method. Ricki throws out her line while I'm tying off my jig and WHAM a great coppernose hits her jig. She reels it in and Condello even gets her to hold the fish while I take her photo. The entire day unfolded like that. Great people, great host and hostess, beautiful location, lots of fun fishing and the terrific fish fry at the end of the day.
DIED and I have also had some terrific days fishing together. The trouble with DIED and I is that we laugh almost as much as we fish. But that ain't have bad either.
