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bunker
Yeah, peanuts ! I never thought of that. I was thinking large bunker like we used to have. We had more peanuts than I ever remember along Vinyard sound. I could stand on the roof of my rig and see pods of bait work down the beach as far as the eye could see . . . nary a bass or blue in sight, too many choices I guess. The dump ducks had a field day . . . just paddle along with the school and dip their head in the water when they wanted another . . . low effort for sure.
Good luck on the house. My Queen is on the prowl for a bigger one too.
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