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Few years ago, we were in the upper bay and this guy in a 28 Contender with twin Yami 200 was roaring everywhere. Wake, waves, drinking at about 6:30 AM.
Well, the next time he came by acting like an asshat, my nephew and I unloaded on him with 4 oz snagging hooks.
I was carrying but decided against blowing a few .45 ACP holes in his bow. He came back mad as a hornet and we had a pleasant discussion until he saw the Glock on my hip. Bye Bye.
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