WE where out all night gettin bait an only managed 2 bunker it was Third week of june an I think they where spawnin cause we had spent five hrs an it was tough.its now about 400 am an after 4-6 coffies I gotta crapso I start to walk off the bridge.about a 1/4 mile.I get about half way an I here my buddies screamin so I start to walk back.They were gettin baits an managed to snag a few in the time it took me to Tiajuana twostep that far then it hits me again I know its the last warning so a scurry off an climb down the embankment but i'm a few seconds too late to get my draws down. I see a tree to lean on an finish the job.I take my Knife out to cut off my Underdraws to clean up the mess just then a a Dove takes off outa the tree an scares the (crap that was left) outa me an I stab myself in the leg with my knife.so Know I got a bad ass an my leg is bleedin an I got no bait.I get to the truck an drive up an my buds are like where the hell where ya the baits are dyin as they got buckets full.so I throw em in the truck an then we divi them up an I go to my favorite jetty an I picth the bait out an catch a 34#er an several other nice fish.Stuff like this happens to me all the time.
