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About 10 years ago, me and a buddy found a place where we could drag up fluke off of the beach at high tide for a couple of hours. At the spot one afternoon, bite slow, out of the dunes about 50 yards away come 3 young women, strip down, start slowly trying to enter the water (too cold I guess). Fluke bite goes through the roof. These f'n fluke are on every cast, ruining the moment. Lasted 20 minutes, and then they, and the fluke, were gone. I think we both limited out, 8 each.
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