We had them good. It didn't start that way, started slow, with each of us looking at one another, blank stares. But then we found them. Just west of a boulder field. Right at the end of the day. The fish weren't huge. But we caught. I've always loved pulling fish up from the depths. There is that moment of mystery--what is it? Then you see it, and often--even after seeing many fish--often were are taken by how cool and pretty these bottom fish are. That beauty is in their scales, that is where they hold it.