I've had mediocre luck so far this season, so I thought I'd post an old picture I took a few years ago. Brian was a fishing buddy of mine from the U.K. who used to come to Maine every summer. One day, he showed up at my house in the middle of a raging thunderstorm and asked if I wanted to go fishing. I called him Mad Dog from then on.
Here's a picture of him and his nephew, Jake on a calmer day out.