It never seems to fail that any time I pick up a rod that goes off it's a sheepshead or white bass and my father gets to reel in all the walleye. I can't remember the last trip I was the one with the golden touch. I just tell him that he tells them all in, but I catch them all since I make the baits, pick the spots, bait the hooks, pick the direction, set the lines and fiddle with the speed. I'm just happy being on the water and seeing some eyes in the box. The bad days on the water are still better than the best days at work.