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Leaving plugs loose in the back of the car. The further along in the season the more there are back there.
If I ever rolled the car in October, I'd look like something out of a fishing horror movie on Halloween.
Time has no meaning. I alway set a schedule for fishing. "I'll be done by this time in the AM or PM" Once I'm out in the surf and the time comes to stop on my planned schedule, it becomes a marathon of "One more cast here, one more cast there".
Next thing I know it's hours past the "Don't worry, I'll be home by XX:XX time".
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