Twenty years ago, Gay Head then, Aquinah now
Sitting on bucket in between two rods 10 P.M. some night during the bass derby about twnety years ago. The beach is public but where I parked was Indian property that I had permission to park on. I had an unobstructed view for a few miles in either direction. Wagoneer comes careening over the top of the sand dune and parks about 30' away. Person driving gets out and plants a sand spike and his rod in the sand about two feet from my rod, looks at me and says your fishing in my spot.
Needless to say the next few hours until they both left were rather contentious. At one point I bolted to my left knocking the putz with the big mouth down when a skunk snunck up on my bait about 1 foot from where I was sitting and it scared the beejesus out of me.
I didn't budge an inch.
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