I don't know whether to consider it a good day, or a less than great day. For many years we owned a beach home near Southport, NC. I was down at an inlet fishing during a run of snapper blues when I caught a more-than citation-size sea (speckled) trout. It was about 8 lbs. I was the only guy fishing at the inlet that morning, so I couldn't show it off to anybody. It was too long to fit in my Igloo fishing cooler. I had to carry it over a half-mile back to the truck under my armpit.
I didn't smell very good when I got back to the house. My wife's immediate reaction was something like "You and your slimy dead fish need to get out of my kitchen!" I obeyed without much of a whimper. The kids were down at the beach. My in-laws were out shopping. Nobody but my wife saw it, and she didn't appreciate it. I didn't even get a picture.
Oh well, it was delicious. We still laugh about it during family gatherings.
