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I'd have to say it was that killer blitz at Race Point about 4 years back. 7:00 am, end of June, 70 degrees, flat as glass, and then decent to large bass busting peanuts up on the shoe as far you could see in either direction.
I was pretty psyched when I got that 36# fish in April two years ago on a Mac popper that I scored form Mac on my birthday the September before. That plug had great mojo. Then one day I cast it off to the gods.
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