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Yeah that was back in my rubber wader days before I learned what real waders were form guys like you.
OK I'll park my pride and share a funny experience. One night mid derby I took the ferry over to Chappy and headed out to Wasque. After parking in the Wasque lot and lugging all my gear down the wooden walkway and over the dunes I picked what I thought was a good spot in the pitch black of a new moon. I hooked one of my newest plugs ( I think it was an afterhours original) on the line, stepped to the surf and launched my 65 lb powerpro as far as I could into the black. After a few cranks I hooked what felt like a thousand pound waterlogged railroad tie. A half hour later, with my head hung low, I packed my gear and began the long walk back to the truck stopping only to deposit my broken pole and a ball of braid into the only trash can I could find. Never got the plug back. Buying a new pole at #^&#^&#^&#^&'s the next morning Steve asked me how the fishing was at Wasque the night before. I hadn't said a word. There are very few secrets during the derby. I sure wish this could have been one of them.
If I hear a few more good stories I'll share an even more humbling experience of a trip to the pond opening in 2006.
I've got some scary ones too fishing in the boat alone at night but I guess this isn't the thread for those.
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