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I have a theory for fishing once the seals have fully infested our waters and driven any possibility of catching bass of the race.
Instead of cooler racks on the front of a truck, mount a fighting chair with a Penn 80. Live line some bluefish rigged with big game hooks in the belly and let the fun begin. "I'm sorry officer. My uncle's cousin's sister told me I could live line for sharks out here. Thought I had one."
The crispy-crunchies are going to force us off the beach eventually anyway. Might as well go out in style.
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