Soakin bait on a glorious sunny day at the mission bell with my brother Tom.
Some fool in a 17 ft Montauk spools me because he is 50 yds off the Beach and is oblivious to any surf fishermen who have lines in.
I tell Tom I'll be right back, jump in my truck and meet these two clowns as they beach their boat at the campers. Give them my best shaved head roid range psychopath program and leave.
Now I know how to have fun with all my old braid.
