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I have a picture somewhere of the eagle eating my striper. It stood right next to me and shredded the thing. The funny thing was, I saw this and covered the bass with some blues that I was going to give to the chef. The eagle wouldn't tough my bluefish! It was a huge bird and definitely not afraid of me. Mikey, I think I may have been the first one out there. I'm not a 100% sure. It was the year we started calling Bass Hole "Bassless Hole" I am pretty sure I was driving the Suburban, so my guess is that it was in 2001 or 2002. I can't remember what year you bought the black Jeep.
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