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#1 Hexing Numbskull's boat and ending up stranded in big bass heaven with nothing to do but fish and catch all night long.
#2 Motoring slowly along Sandy Necks shore at low tide in June on a hot sunny still morning, seeing a fish in the twenty pound range cruising in a foot of water, landing the skiff ahead of it, jumping out with my 8 foot St. Croix with ten pound braid and a six inch sluggo and casting to her, have her come back twice and finally take it, then landing her and realeasing her.
#3 Having Karl in the skiff and him endlessly pointing and mumbling in near hysteria to fish at the "Aquarium" hole on the east bar and munching a yummy Italian grinder while watching bass swim under the boat.
#5 Seven non-consecutive nights in September under a starlit sky on a Truro beach with no one but myself or whoever was with me and taking bass like the old days on a deserted beach then calling Stiffy at 4 in the morning to giddily sing and babble about how good it was.
#6 Sitting munching fried Shrimp and Clams under the overhang at the Clam Bar in Kennebunkport Maine at noon with my wife while staring into the water and watching bass of all sizes grub the mussels under the pilings.
#7 Fishing with Tagger, Slingah and Numbskull in Boston Harbor while 747's roared over our heads from Logan.
#8 Catching a huge Smallmouth bass over 6 pounds on my ultralight in Great Pond in Truro in a snowstorm while trout fishing and against friends advice to enter it for the State Pin prize, letting her go.
#9 Being 35 miles east of Chatham with Stiffy and Lafleur trolling for tuna while at least 30 whales of 4 different species breaching and coming completely out of the water and catching bass and bluefish on the spreader bars way out there.
#10 Just being alive and being able to live and fish on Cape Cod, I couldn't imagine how it would be to live anywhere else.
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