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OK I'll bite.
September 1970, live mac off the lobster pier at Boston harbor marina.
We would fill the captains barrels with macs, they would give us lobsters to take home to our moms. Win win for all involved. Btw, I had lost that same fish earlier in the day, my gold eagle claw bait holder hook was still jammed in the corner of it's mouth. Macs must be like crack to them.
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