This week’s fishing was so good, we considered changing the name of the boat to "No Witnesses." We’re talking bend-the-rod-till-it-squeals, yell-for-the-net-like-it’s-an-emergency kind of action. If fish had a union, they’d be on strike after what we did to them. Now, we’re not saying what we caught—but let’s just say it was the kind of bite that makes grown adults giggle and high-five like kids who just got away with something. Clients left with sore arms, big smiles, and zero idea how they’ll explain the “mysterious sunburn and fish slime” combo to their bosses on Monday.