But.. the one that sticks out, and this is kinda like "the liitle boy who cried wolf" story... there was/is a guy who fishes my beach, he is known by some as "***** the liar" cause it's always, oh man U shoulda seen them last night, or "how'd ya do?".. nada.. "Man, I killed them at # such and such, or, on the other side... anyway, I'm heading out one night, run into him while I'm airing down, he tells me to go to X, killing them there, blitz, all stacked up.. "Why you leaving them, then?".... "Gotta go, hate to, but gotta go".... me thinks.. Yeah... Right!.
Go about my business, catch a few twinks here and there, few hours later, after noticing that the areas I've been in have been unusually uncrowded.. I drive over to X.. guys packing stuff up, getting ready to split, fish stacked all over the beach.... "Man... Karl.. we killed them for a few hours...U should been here, all of a sudden like, they just left about 20 minutes ago...."
The one time I shoulda listened to this guy, and 'cause of his rep.. I got
