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Krisp, MV got my blood going, my first time fishing there and I loved it, in fact its my most memorable night from 2006.
It was pooring rain the first week of Sept. I went to Menemsha to fish the beach and rocks. As the tide turned out, I made my way to the jetty. I had the place to myself. It was raining so hard I could hardly see, but I could see the gay head light in the distance and hear the clanging of the bell on the buoy. I hooked and lost two good fish. I remember saying to myself, man this is heaven.
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