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i remember my first striper. was a teenager and we were fishing the mouth of the weir river. hooked up on a schoolie and had no idea what to do and another kid took the rod from me and landed the fish. 15 years later and the same kid was on a tuna charter w/ me for my bachelor party. i caught the first fish and he was up on the second fish. we hook up again and he starts screwing around with the harness while the fish is tearing off drag - the clock is ticking and 20 seconds in he still isn't on the rod yet. another buddy of mine jumps on the rod and lands the fish. i remind him of that first striper way back when and all i could do was smile
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