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It was late this September. I was out for the night and had already burned two spots from 22:00 to about 1:30. I had to be back at the barn by six and the drive would take an hour and a half so I had about 2.5 left. On a whim I went to a very public spot for a quick visit. Not a car or a soul there. I sparked up a butt and went to the wash to look for bait. I stood in the wash for about two waves feeling something like rocks banging into my waders. I turned on the light and saw the entire oceans worth of mullet being rolled around. I turned to go get my rod and saw a huge swirl about 30 feet off the beach. I RAN back to the truck mumbling something about 'why I didn't come here earlier'? As I am walking back the beach explodes with splashes and swirls and a noise like wiffle ball bat being used to smack the water. I fished right up until the last minute dragging a 37" home (one of many). The action was furious with one cast producing a keeper, then next a 2 lb blue, the next a 28" and the next a 12lb blue. I lost at least two rigs, several flies (I switched to a fly rod after awhile) and a total of five plugs (two plugs had the hooks ripped off). And not another rod on the beach but mine.
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