Starring sullenly down at the boat I had that crappy feeling inside that only comes from losing a fish like that. After a minute I looked back at Scott and he had that look of disbelief too…we thought we had that one sewed up. “Sorry bud. Nothing I can say to make that better” were the words that came out of his mouth…and he was right. That had been likely well over the 20” mark, was the thickest fish I have seen in a long time, and was so brightly yellow that it nearly seemed fluorescent.