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the face
Just trying to figure out the face on the photo.. I'm not sure if it was more a sigh of relief. When we first showed up to my little honey hole there were a couple of fisherman clobbering blue fish. I could see by the looks on john, clammer and fishpart faces they were already thinking, it's not to late to turn around and head back to plymouth. The tide was just starting to fall, so i wasn't going to waste my time tossing eels, so i set up my gear and started chunking. about 20 minutes later fishpart came over with a look on his face which made me feel as if i was the one that ate the other half of his eel.. things were kinda slow so i walked over to john and started gabbing when the fellows down the beach started yelling to me just as i saw my pole heading for Cuttyhunk. It was the first fish of the night a little 4 lb blue tried to steal my stuff. About that time one of the guys came over and said they got bumped "and it wasn't a blue". Well, i shifted gears and from that time on it was just a slow but steady night of fishing. I personally had a great time all day and it was even better to see that everyone on the beach last night had a full serving of bass. I'm probably going back there tonight to pick up something for the grill, wife says we have company coming for dinner.
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