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I'd go back to 1990 - 1993. Thats when my Dad was at his best in the surf, I was 21 and partying with my friends. We actually passed each other a few times, I'd be leaving the Ocean Mist at 1am, he'd be heading to Carps. The best times of my life were fishing with him but we never night fished for bass together. I'd give almost anything to see him land a fish again.
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