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I had just caught a big bastid blue one time - back in my goog days. I was holding it arm's length, by the tail, and taking him back to the truck.
So I'm walking away with this big blue way away from my body - and I look down at him, and, I swear he made eye contact with me, right before he kicked his head up and snapped his jaws so hard it sounded like that clapper commercial - he just missed taking a hunk out of my upper rib cage. I felt the head touch my shirt.
Wigged, I dropped him and stomped on his head.
Now, for any blue I keep - I cut their throats or pop a few gills and bleed them out before handling them.
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