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I hate when an ash from my smoke blows onto my lip. Ouch.
I hate slicing my fingers on braid..... Then eating french fries. Ouch
I hate bluefish shoving trebles into my waders. Damn.
I hate all the stuff I forget in my truck when I get out there. Damn
I hate people that play an 8# fish like a trophy for 20min. Ugh
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