Monday, October 28, 2019

For the Week Ending Sunday, Nov. 3, 2019



Monday, Oct. 28 (from Ron)...Still fixated on the saltwater. Got some nicer speckled trout this evening...about a dozen, with the best coming in at 18, 19 and 21 inches. The biggest put up a great fight on light tackle. Love it when they make that final run and take half the pole underwater--that is, when I know they are over 20! Very nice weather we are having.

Tuesday, Oct. 29 (from Don Mc)...Just droppin' a line to stay in touch. Hope your season is still fruitful. Froggin' has been fair to good lately. I know it's deer season, but this froggin' rod is glued to my hand (LOL). There is a bigtime duck-weed invasion on the Northwest River this year. But when life hands you a lemon, ya squeeze it and make lemonade. This glass of lemonade weighed 5 lbs.



 

Tuesday, Oct. 29 (from Ken)...After nursing my ego back to health from the Classic double skunk a couple weeks ago, I returned to the water today. Can't say it was one to write home about, but at least, I didn't get my butt handed to me again. Ended the day with six dink bass and one pickerel. Five of the bass came on a topwater bait. The pickerel (about 2.5 lbs. worth) and sixth bass came on a jerkbait. While on the water, I ran across Ray, as well as Rob and Dave, all of whom had pretty much the same kind of day as me. Am debating about making another trip tomorrow. Will have to check the weather and water level first, though.

Wednesday, Oct. 30 (from Lenny)...My wife, Katy, and I hit the water about 12:30 and fished 'till 6 o'clock. We caught fish all day long, and by Katy's count, had boated a total of 31 (10 for her and 21 for me) at day's end. We had a lot of small fish but also some good keepers--nothing over 3 lbs. Katy caught her fish on finesse worms. All of mine came off of crankbaits and topwater. The weather was great. 

Wednesday, Oct. 30 (from Ken)...Well, the weather and water level were fine this morning, so I went to West Neck, launched my boat, and headed south for a day of relaxed fishing. My choice of spots proved to be much better than yesterday. Started the morning by boating a bluegill on a jerkbait, then picked up my rod with a topwater bait attached and proceeded to boat seven bass, including two dinks, a 1-2, 1-7, 1-15, 2-3 and 3-1, for a total weight of 9-12. Also had several more blowups, some of which included momentary hookups. Really hated to quit at 2 o'clock, cause the bite still was on, but am glad I did, or I would have been facing a few raindrops during the ride back to West Neck. As it was, the drops didn't start until I had returned my boat to its storage shed and was cleaning up all my tackle. Probably won't be making another trip this week but will try to get out at least once next week. Sure don't envy anyone planning to buck those strong winds predicted for tomorrow. Make sure your batteries are up for the test before you go.

Sunday, October 27, 2019

The Best Fisherman You've Never Heard About

While digging around the Internet yesterday, I ran across the following article that was first published in the Summer 2011 issue of BoatUS Magazine.

By Steve Wright

One October day in 1967, Bill Nichols (the man in the 1960s photo at right) was standing on a 28-foot ladder, repairing telephone lines--nowhere near a lake or stream--when fate put him at the birthplace of some serious bass-fishing history. As Nichols stood on that ladder, he noticed a woman help seat her husband in a backyard chair so he could enjoy a pleasant fall day, at least as much as anyone could enjoy it when encased in a body cast. And Nichols couldn't help but notice that the man seemed to be whittling on a fishing lure.

Nichols had a conversation with the man after he'd finished the phone-line repairs. His name was Fred Young. The cast was in place to help him recover from a broken back. The balsa wood fishing lure Young was carving would be named after Young's large brother, Otis--The Big O--but the lure didn't have a name yet.

"Son, I got the first one he ever made," said Nichols. "He redid it for me two times. Fish were eating the paint off it."

If you know bass-fishing history, you know the Big O is considered among the top 10 influential lures of all time.

"That's what started the crankbait craze," Nichols said. "You never heard about a crankbait before then."

It was Nichols, widely recognized as one of the top smallmouth bass fishermen on Tennessee's legendary Dale Hollow Lake, who slowly spread the word about this hot new lure.

"I never wanted any credit for it; I just wanted to fish it," Nichols said. "I caught so many fish on it...it was pitiful. I've seen bass part the grass to find it. That lure moved a lot of water. That's what made it so good."

Young never tried to mass produce the lure. His were all hand-carved from balsa wood. Nichols furnished the material for the short, square-billed lip by providing 4-foot-by-4-foot sheets of circuit board.

"I never had one (Big O) that would run over 6-feet deep," said Nichols (the man holding a Big O at left), "but bass would come out of 12 and 15 feet of water to hit that thing."

From the start, a Big O was a valuable commodity. Because so few were made, and the demand became so high, fishermen would rent them by the day. B.A.S.S. founder Ray Scott recalls anglers renting them for $25 a day, plus a $25 insurance deposit, in case the lure was lost.

Nichols recalls even higher prices. His now deceased bass-fishing buddy Stan Sloan, who won Ray Scott's first All-American Bass Fishing Championship on Arkansas' Beaver Lake in 1967, got $50 in rent for four hours' use of one of his Big Os.

"And that was back in the '70s," laughed Nichols. "Son, he could make more money renting them out than he could winning a tournament."

Nichols still has a full head of hair, though now it's mostly gray. More importantly, he still has that youthful enthusiasm of a bass fisherman one-quarter of his age, especially when he starts talking about catching smallmouth bass at lakes like Dale Hollow and Norris. (Dale Hollow, by the way, still is home of the world-record smallmouth bass catch, 11 pounds 15 ounces, in 1955.)

Nichols punctuates many of his sentences with the word "son," like some men use the words "hoss" or "man." (Man, did you see the size of that bass I just lost? I've seen bigger bass than that in my livewell, hoss.) But Nichols never talks down to anyone. He's like the Santa Claus of smallmouth bass fishing, with that twinkle in his eyes but without the big belly.

For some people near Nichols' hometown of Clinton, Tenn., a fishing trip with Bill Nichols is better than a visit from St. Nick. Mike Bolding, 47, has been fishing with Nichols "a couple of times a month" for the past 10 years.

"Any chance I get to go with him, I'll go," Bolding said. "I'll work around it, just to go. The fishing is a bonus. It's a great bonus, but it's a bonus."

Bolding clearly remembers some advice bass-fishing legend Larry Nixon gave at one of the Indiana State-sponsored Bass University seminars many years ago. Nixon said if you wanted to learn how to fish a lake, look for an older man carrying a paper sack for a tackle box. "He's got it narrowed down," said Nixon. Sure enough, the first time Bolding fished with him, Nichols arrived, carrying two rods and a paper sack.

"This is THE MAN!" Bolding thought.

Nothing has happened in the decade since to alter that first impression.

"He's just got so much knowledge in his head," Bolding said. "It's like he's got a map of the lake in his mind."

That's hardly an exaggeration. Norris Lake started filling in 1936, when Nichols was 7 years old. Nichols' father had rabbit hunted all over the land that soon would be underwater. When the lake filled, Nichols' father motored around it in a wooden boat powered by a 4-horsepower motor, dragging a brick attached to a cotton rope, confirming where the humps and ledges were.

Armed with that knowledge and a flasher-type depthfinder, Bill Nichols knows exactly where to fish in Norris, Dale Hollow, and a few other smallmouth factories in Tennessee.

"All he needs is that flasher," Bolding said. "That's all he wants. You get a true reading that way, instead of waiting for the picture on the screen to form (on an LCD-type depthfinder). He's looking for depth changes.

"We used to use these lighted buoys (at night). We'd go across a spot two or three times, then he'd drop a buoy. I can't tell you how many times we'd catch fish right at the buoy. He'd just smile and say, 'Why do you think I put it there, son?'"

Bolding spent 10 years trying to make a living playing professional golf. From having learned the importance of the feel of a golf club in your hands, Bolding focuses his attention on Nichols' hands when trying to pick up the subtleties that make Nichols such a good bass fisherman.

"You've got to keep that jig on the bottom," Nichols says. "(The smallmouth) are going to be close. I put a little quiver in that jig."

And when Nichols crawls a jig across a lake bottom in search of smallmouth, it's almost always at night.

"Son, smallmouth bass don't like that sunlight," Nichols says.

Photo by Adam Harbottle
So from July through the winter, Nichols and his regular fishing buddies, like Bolding, Max Meredith, and jig-maker extraordinaire Paul Harrison, head out about an hour before dark. Even in his 80s, Nichols (see left) doesn't have any problem fishing until daylight the next morning, if the smallmouth are biting, which they usually are for him.

Nichols hasn't caught a smallmouth that approached that 11-15 world record from Dale Hollow. However, he has an 8-pounder mounted on the wall. Around 1992, Nichols and a friend caught 10 smallmouth that totaled 47 pounds 11 ounces.

Nichols owns a mobile home on Dale Hollow that has been customized into a "fishing cabin." That's where breakfast gets cooked after a night on the lake. It's not the accommodations that make it special; it's that Bill Nichols' ambiance.

"I traveled all across America when I was playing golf," Bolding said. "That little fishing cabin is like the Ritz-Carlton as far as I'm concerned."

The biggest reason why you've probably never heard of Bill Nichols is because he held a steady job and raised a family while he was fishing. He never made that full leap into the fishing business. He retired after 37 years with various entities of AT&T and the Bell Telephone Co. He and his wife, Polly, have been married 59 years, and "never once has she pitched a fit about my fishing," Nichols said.

Billy Westmoreland, who died in 2002, is the name most associated with Tennessee smallmouth bass fishing. Westmoreland won three B.A.S.S. tournaments and authored a book entitled "Them Ol' Brown Fish."

Nichols' closest brush with fame came during a seven-year stint as host of a TV show entitled "Fishing in Tennessee." That ended in 1982, "when the telephone company decided I was having too good a time," Nichols said.

Larry Columbo did include Nichols in a book entitled "Living Legends of American Sportfishing."

Nichols spent the first 35 years of his fishing life "chasing those largemouth and anything that would bite," but he mostly concentrates on smallmouth now. "I like them because of the fight they put up," he said. "They don't give up. They're really a fun fish to catch."

Jerry McKinnis, longtime host of "The Fishing Hole" TV show on ESPN, aired several shows about fishing for smallmouth with Nichols in '70s, '80s, and '90s. Those remain some of McKinnis' favorite memories.

"The last season we did the show, I made sure we did an episode with Bill," McKinnis recalled. "He is one of the dearest friends I ever made in bass fishing. He's just a great guy. He's got zero ego.

"And he's one of the best fishermen in the world that nobody's heard about."


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Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Heard a Good Fish Tale Lately?

Here's one by Sasha Goldstein, a writer with the New York Daily News, that I found while digging around online this morning.

Seems a dimwitted burglar was spooked out of committing his crime early one Monday morning after he heard a motion-activated "Big Mouth Billy Bass" start singing, "Take Me to the River."

As reported by Goldstein, "Cops in Rochester, Minn., say the terrified thief bashed in the door at Hooked on Fishing when the animatronic, wall-mounted bass began to thrash about and belt out a variation of the Al Green classic. The startled would-be thief took off without any of the cash lying in plain sight or any products, though he caused $700 in damage to the small shop.

"'When I saw Billy Bass on the floor, I knew something was really up,' store-owner Tom Allen told KXLT-TV. ' And when I tried to close the door, and it wouldn't close at all, I just knew that Billy Bass had done his job and let somebody know that it wasn't just empty or something.'

"The singing fish," continued Goldstein, "designed to look like a wall-mounted trophy catch, were wildly popular in 2000. The shine wore off, like any fad, though.

"Said Olmsted County Sheriff's Office Sgt. Tom Claymon, 'Allen's still-hanging bass burglar alarm took one for the team. There were plenty of things to take, but nothing was missing...other than Billy's pride."


If you would like to read the full story about how the robotic singing fish, otherwise known as "Big Mouth Billy Bass," made $100m in one year, just click on the following link: thehustle.co/big-mouth-billy-bass-story.

Monday, October 21, 2019

For the Week Ending Sunday, Oct. 27, 2019



Monday, Oct. 21 (from Ron)...Fished an ol' favorite this evening: Tecumseh. It's been a long time. Water was murky from all the rain, and the Whopper Plopper was all they were hitting. Threw some plastics and a jerkbait but had no bites on them. Scored a 3-0 and a 2-14. Had a chain pickerel swipe at the Whopper Plopper, but he didn't get hooked. Nice to feel some weight on the end of the line.

Wednesday, Oct. 23 (from Ron)...Beautiful evening in the Back Bay vicinity of Beggars Bridge (Lovitt's). Started with some plastic worms about 5 p.m. and got a nice 2-11. As the sun set, shifted to Whopper Plopper and caught a 1-9 and two dinks. Missed a couple on the latter bait, with one perhaps being a slime dart. 'Twas a short trip, with the early sunset, but it was nice to be out.



Friday, Oct. 25 (from Ron)...The sun sets too early this time of year for post-work line wetting! Fished Beggar's Bridge/Back Bay from 5 to 6:30 this evening. Oddly, my go-to plastics would not elicit a bite. Switched to Pop-R and threw to the same spots, and sure enough, got some strikes. Ended with a 2-1, 2-5, and two dinks in short order. Lovely evening weather wise, and the fishing was pretty good, too. Heading out to HRBT at zero-dark-30 for stripers. Need something for the pan.



Saturday, Oct. 26 (from Ron)...Not a freshwater report. Went out to HRBT at 0300. There was a very high coefficient, so the current was ripping, and that usually helps the bite. Caught two 19-inch stripers and a 20.5-inch keeper. Will make a good dinner. Only picture was one of the 19-inchers.



Sunday, Oct. 27 (from Ron)...No HRBT this morning due to weather. Opted instead for Rudee Inlet and had fun with a handful of speckled trout. For their size, they put up a nice fight.

Look at the Water Swirling Past Those Stumps and Stickups!



Phrases similar to that occupied much of the conversation between Dave and me both days of our year-end Classic held weekend before last. It was amazing to watch how fast the water was returning to all the creeks we fished. It made for some very tough fishing, to say the least.

Despite the less-than-stellar conditions, Dave, like most other contestants, managed to put some fish in the boat. Meanwhile, I remained fishless through the first day and didn't stick one on the second day until near the end. Unfortunately, it took the fish all of about 10 or 15 seconds to figure out how to get rid of the crankbait I had hooked him with and seal my fate with a stinging two-day skunk.

So, how should you deal with a ton of water from rain, a hard-charging tide, or both? That's the question I decided to Google, in case I'm ever faced with these conditions again. Just so happens, I found some sage advice from one of the best in the business: none other than $6-million winner Kevin VanDam.

What you don't do, as I learned from him, is to freak out over the fact the bass have scattered. "You just have to fish what's thrown at you," he said. "If there's shoreline vegetation, that's usually a magnet for bass in fast-rising water--and nearly every body of water will have some sort of flooded vegetation when the water gets super high.

"With so much new habitat in the water," he explained, "you can't get caught up trying to fish every single little piece of flooded cover. You have to stay on the move and cover as much water as possible. I rely primarily on buzzbaits, spinnerbaits, swim jigs, and a hollow-bodied frog.

"Often times," VanDam continued, "fast-rising water means you're getting a lot of rainy days, plus the water is usually dirtier. When that's the case, I use a lot of black-colored lures. If it turns sunny, then I'll go to shad colors, but I'll still throw the swim jig, buzzbait, spinnerbait, and frog."

While I pursued this information for myself, I figured there might be a few other fishermen out there who also would appreciate having the advice of KVD...hence my reason for sharing. Hope it pays off for you.


The above advice and photo came from a Wired2Fish article by Alan McGuckin

Sunday, October 20, 2019

The Only Good Snake Is a Dead One...Regardless of Specie or Size

That's my philosophy, and I reserve the right to it, despite those who would disagree with me.

The truth of the matter is that I've had many frogs and lizards in my boat-storage shed at West Neck Marina over the years, and that's OK. However, I have no use for mice or snakes that decide to take up residence there.

Ridding my problem with mice was as easy as leaving lights on 24-7. Suffice it to say both snakes that I've seen in the shed's confines sealed their destiny (crushing blows) just by showing up where I was. There simply is no space big enough to house a snake and me at the same time.

My most recent encounter with the latter occurred just yesterday, as I was putting my boat back in the shed after a visit with my mechanic. I was walking by the boat after parking it when I spotted a slight movement on the ground that I at first mistook for a lizard. Upon closer look, I saw that it was a small snake. In all of about 10 or 15 seconds, the time it took me to walk to the other side of the boat and pick up a piece of 2-by-4, the snake realized its final destiny.

On one occasion this past summer, Dave and I both had to do battle with a big snake that seemed determined to come aboard his boat. It took several thumps on his noggin with our rods for the snake to figure out he wasn't welcome.

As I locked up my boat shed yesterday, I made a mental note to be more aware of all my surroundings the next time I'm getting the boat out and/or putting it away. Never have liked being startled by something or someone.

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

For the Week Ending Sunday, Oct. 20, 2019




Wednesday, Oct. 16 (from Ron)...Fished Monday evening and didn't get a nibble. Tried again Tuesday evening and managed one 12-inch bass just as it got dark to avoid two skunks in a row. Did I tell you I don't like high water?




Friday, Oct. 18 (from Ron)...Got out this evening from 5 to 6:30 and fished upper North Landing. Managed to catch five bass, including two dinks, a 1-11, 1-12, and 1-13. Zoom U-Vibe worm and Pop-R enticed the bites, but they were subtle. Even the topwater strikes were weak--no blow-ups at all. Had two bowfin on, but they threw the hook. Gauge had dropped almost a foot, and I was pleased.

Monday, October 14, 2019

For the Week Ending Sunday, Oct. 13, 2019




Saturday, Oct. 12 (from Ron)...After a long time off the water, got back out this morning and fished Milldam. Peddled two miles to my favorite spot, only to find it occupied by a bunch of wooden ducks and some guys in camo hiding in the reeds. Slowly backed away and threw to a few other spots, where a couple bass hit topwater baits. Couldn't weigh them, though, because I forgot my scale. In the afternoon, I made another trip with my spouse, who wanted to paddle board. She mentioned this just as I was finishing the cleanup from my morning trip. I said, "Sure, let's go to Lotus Garden." It was way too shallow, however, so we tried Horn Point, where it was way too windy. That left West Neck Marina, which proved to be OK. I wasn't expecting much at 3 p.m., considering the bluebird skies. While enjoying the beautiful day with my girl, I decided to throw a micro spinner to an exposed stump, and low and behold, a 2-7 grabbed the bait! Made my day.



Sunday, Oct. 13 (from Ron)...Fished HRBT from 0330 to 0500. Caught bunch of little bluefish and speckled trout. Also caught three stripers over 20 inches but had to throw a couple back because you can only keep one this year. Perfect dinner for a family of three!

Sunday, October 13, 2019

Two-Day Finale Involved Some Tough Fishing



I think nearly all of the 17 anglers in 11 boats would agree there was nothing easy about the last two days on the water. However, they all managed to put some fish in the boat, as evidenced by their grand total of 86 bass caught, for a combined total weight of 176.72 lbs. The average weight per fish was 2.05 lbs., and the average weight per boat was 16.06 lbs.

Here are those anglers who excelled during the competition and took home some money in their pockets:





The team of (from left) Don Carter and Rob Peppers, 1st place, 10 bass, 23.26 lbs. They also claimed big-bass honors for the tournament with a day 2 fish weighing 5.18 lbs.













Gary Coderre, 2nd place, 10 bass, 22.55 lbs. His big fish weighed 3.50 lbs.














The team of (from left) Eric Killian and Jim Crist, 3rd place, 10 bass, 20.45 lbs. They didn't weigh a big fish in the two days.










This year's seasonal-lunker award went to the team of (from left) Eric Killian and Wayne Hayes, for the 7.04-lb. bass they caught back on April 13. Nothin' wrong with a little clowning around--right?






Here is how everyone else stood at the conclusion of today's weigh-in:

     * Stan Krason, 10 fish, 19.50 lbs. total weight, 3.70-lb. big bass.
     * The husband-wife team of Andy and Diana Morath, nine fish, 18.32 lbs. total weight, 3.27-lb. big bass.
     * David Dozier, seven fish, 17.20 lbs. total weight, no big fish.
     * The team of Dave Anderson and Ken Testorff, eight fish, 15.20 lbs. total weight, 4.33-lb. big bass.
     * Wayne Hayes, eight fish, 14.81 lbs. total weight, 4.12-lb. big bass.
     * The team of Bobby Moore and Steve Bailey, six fish, 10.69 lbs. total weight, no big bass.
     * The team of Chris and Allen Napier, five fish, 9.59 lbs. total weight, no big bass.
     * Skip Schaible, three fish, 5.15 lbs. total weight, no big bass. I should note here that Skip suffered an injury following the Day 1 competition and wasn't able to return to the water on day 2.






The presentation of awards at the conclusion of the cookout today (provided courtesy of Steve Winfree and Gene Lindsey and funded by an anonymous donor) also included a gift from all of the anglers for Leslie Schaible. She assisted me all year long by transcribing the numbers as I called them out at each weigh-in.






Concluding the awards portion of today's events was the presentation of raffle prizes to the following anglers:








Eric Killian's number was drawn for a gift certificate from Murphy's Prop Shop.
















Jim Crist's number was drawn for a bag of fishing lures and various related items.















Skip Schaible's number was drawn for a bag containing some hats and fishing line.









I extend my sincere apologies to both Jim and Skip for my miserable photo-taking (Jim's picture too dark and Skip's out of focus). After two days on the water and only about 6 hours of sleep in the last 48, it would be a gross understatement to say I was functioning at less than peak efficiency. I'm truly sorry and will try to do a much better job next time.


One Last Cast

And so another chapter in my life has come to a close with today's Dewey Mullins Memorial Bass Classic. After a lot of thought, I have decided to end my tenure as tournament director.

The past seven years have become increasingly difficult for me. Between my spinal stenosis and the usual aches and pains from arthritis and old age in general, I--for lack of a better way of putting it--just can't hack it anymore.

While hoping that one of the anglers would step up to continue the tradition that Dewey started, I thus far have received no indication that anyone wants to take on that responsibility. Accordingly, it is entirely possible this will be the end of the Dewey Mullins Memorial Bass Tourney Series.

If something changes in this scenario before next year arrives, I will report it here.

Saturday, October 5, 2019

For the Week Ending Sunday, Oct. 6, 2019



Wednesday, Oct. 2 (from Ray)...Talked to my friend today and learned that he had caught a couple of dink bass and five or six panfish.

Saturday, Oct. 5 (from Dave and Ken)...We decided to go on the prowl today for some bass, despite the strong winds and falling water. Turned out to be a good day, with somewhere between 30 and 40 bass boated and a best-five total weight of about 13 lbs. While Dave caught his fish on a combination of baits, one lure did it all for me. 'Twould be nice to think we can go back and repeat today's success next weekend, when we'll be holding the Classic, but we both know, in most likelihood, that's just a pipe dream.The cooler temps today were a much welcome reprieve from all of this past summer's heat. Hope things stay like this for a while. It's nice not being soaked in sweat when you reach the end of the day.

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

When All Else Fails, Check the Plugs

For the past two tournaments, my boat had been a major pain. It coughed and shut down constantly when at idle, yet didn't run too bad wide open. However, I had noticed at last Saturday's event, both my hole shot and top-end speed appeared to have been reduced from what I initially had enjoyed when Wayne recently had my prop re-pitched.

It would be an understatement to say I was elated yesterday afternoon when Wayne called to let me know he had been granted a bit of a reprieve from work and would be getting off at his regular time. Further, he said he would be able to meet me at West Neck Marina in the evening to take a look at my outboard and see what he could do to improve its performance.

I gotta admit, though, that my earlier enthusiasm had waned just a tad after watching Wayne work on my motor for an hour at the West Neck ramp, with no noticeable sign of improvement. One thing was certain: It was becoming increasingly apparent that carburetor adjustments were--at best--only a part of the problem.

As luck would have it, some deer hunters started returning from opening day of the season, and we were forced to interrupt our business on the ramp so they could recover their boats. It was during this break that Wayne told me he wanted to check my spark plugs and engine compression, which hadn't been done since early this year. While the compression checked good on each cylinder, the same couldn't be said for the condition of my spark plugs.

I subsequently got a new set out of my van, and before you could say Jack Robinson, Wayne had the new plugs installed. Once we could get the boat back in the water and Wayne had fired up the engine again, I knew from the look on his face...and the sound of the motor...that he had gotten to the root of my problems.

A few more tweaks, and I left the ramp a satisfied customer, thanks in no small part to the fact that Wayne always treats a boat he's working on as his own. There are no shortcuts or jury-rigging...just honest, by-the-book repairs that you can trust to work as expected. Many thanks, my friend, for always being there when I need you.