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Old 12-11-2007, 09:06 AM   #26
Bronko
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A couple of years ago about 3am, I arrived at a cape beach at my favorite tide. It was one of those pitch black, super foggy cape nights, you know the ones when you need the windshield wiper and defrost at the same time? It was just a heavy air with no wind, a little creepy. When I got there I was the only car in the lot. Put on my gear and trudged the 1/4 to a nice juicy bar. I tossed on a big ole' cape cod rattlesnake and began to wade out. I immediately could hear fish breaking and popping not far away in the dense fog, first cast and just as I reel in the slack I am onto a good fish.

After about a half hour and a few nice bass, I hear an explosion in the water about 20 feet away. It is violent and lasts longer than a "breaking fish sound." I am used to fishing the outer cape alone and I do not spook easy. This was different, this was violent. I began to back up all my senses on edge, now its dead quiet even the fish have stopped breaking, I keep backing towards the beach but facing the surf. I finally turn towards the shore, I am about 30ft from the beach. Then the water between me and the beach erupts and I just see a 200-300lb mass explode towards me. I screamed like a 5 year old girl, I am talking a real b*tch scream. I stumbled backwards and dunked myself..... A freakin' seal had some fish trapped against the beach behind me. I actually spooked him and he took off past me into the deeper water. I had to sit down and regroup. I thought I had a slight heart attack. Then I heard the fish breaking again in the fog and realized I had a 1/2 dozen eels left. So I went right back at it.....just not out as far this time. The fish kept eating.

The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope. ~John Buchan
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