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So the no speak ingrish guy sets up 30 feet to my left yesterday. Everybody around me is fishing topwater in the appropriate cadence. Not my googan though. Keeps throwing a savage jig that I reel in 5 times. I keep throwing it down at my feet so he has to waddle his fat ass over to pry it out of the rocks. Eventually the nightlight in his brain figures out what the deal is. Lesson learned.
God punished me though, he later caught a 30 # fish. Lesson learned.
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