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fishing a jetty on Poppy several years ago with a group of people on the beach. One by one (six or seven times in all)they came to the tip of the jetty and cast a paper bag with ashes of their loved one who had fished that same jetty for years and requested his ashes be released there. Kind of creepy but even worse was I would respectfully get off the jetty each time they came out, even though the bluefish were hot and heavy
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