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I was fishing a back beach on the Cape on July 4th, it was about 4:00in the morning and getting close to sunrise, I walked about 1/2 mile down the beach and the blues showed up, I started catching bluefish after bluefish on poppers and pretty light tackle. The sunrise was just coming up and I was in that false light stage, nobody was around anywhere. I reel in a blue and am about to get my pliers when the blue spits out the popper in the surf line, great don't have to deal with this one. Suddenly out of nowhere I feel a weird breeze and something brushes against my shoulder and arm pretty hard when I go to look at what is happenning, at this point in time I am screaming like a 5 year old school girl and jumping up and down, when I look over - it's a freakin' EAGLE, the thing swoops down and literally takes me out and nails the 6-8 pound bluefish literally 1 foot away from me. I was in sheer panic I tell ya. The Eagle just looked at me like this is my beach, what are you doing here? Picked up the bluefish with ease and flew right to a nearby tree and proceeded to have his free meal. It was pretty cool getting clipped by an Eagle on the 4th of July.
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