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anybody that spends enough time on the water will eventually have one to "think about" for a long time...I can think of two...one from the surf, one from the boat....
the boat one on that bright September night haunts me to this day...on a night, when only high teen sized bass roamed the beach.. .. I put on the biggest plug i had with me.. a giant jointed Pikie and moved north and south trying to evade the "little guys" that had infested that section of beach... about an hour into my search, a fish grabbed the plug in the white wash on the end of the northern bar... after a long battle and several "death" circles around the boat the fish lay on the surface about 25-30' from the boat....in the moon light, it appeared larger than any bass i had ever landed ( my largest is 61lbs) , a gentle breeze was blowing off the beach,pushing the boat seaward.... as I tried to pump the fish in I walked to the bow to get the net, as I have done perhaps a thousand times before, the noise made by the aluminum handle hitting the boat caused the fish to make one last surge.... you can guess the rest... I sat on the bait tank rubbing my fingers over the leader looking for an answer... a clean cut leaves me thinking the 5/0 hooks on that big jointed came in contact with the leader when the big fish was laying on the surface... it was a long cold ride back to the dock... I'd like to have that one back...
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