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I made it out to Race Point the next day. As many know that was where the majority of fish were being targeted during the beginning of commercial season. I thought I was going to sleigh them in the kayak. Well, when I got there, I found out they had moved on. Word spread, and by Monday, it was a ghost town on the outer Cape as far as fish and fisherman. Tuesday, they opened up a bit more beach. When I headed over the dune, in the afternoon, I was pleased to see acres of nice bass blitzing on top totally unmolested accept for one boat. I was granted one hour by the wife and the baby, and had them literally bouncing off of the yak. The next morning they even came into shore. It was like the good ole days. Fish blitzin in the wash. The nice thing was it was only me and two other guys. Oh yeah, no seals.
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