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Here's a nicer bar story for ya.
A neighbor used to flyfish for bass/bluefish out of a tin boat nearby. One night near dusk he hooked a large bluefish and as he fought it he drifted between the jetties below a large bluff at the top of which sat the Cape Codder Hotel. They had a bar with a veranda where people sat and watched the sunset, so he had quite an audience. He landed the fish after a long fight and his boat drifted close to the beach while he was unhooking it. As he released it, a waiter with his pants rolled up came wading out his boat with a tray and a glass of champagne sent from above. He toasted them, guzzled it down, and rowed out to fish some more.
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