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Well, now I have a compus with me because of the fog.
2 years ago when it was way too foggy to go out, we go out...
We paddle out in between the 2 islands in the channel as usual and we loose sight of the tree tops so we start counting lobster pots on the way. My buddy hits a fish, gets turned around and can't tell N/S/E or W. I kept calling him so he could paddle toward me to find the last lobster pot where I was. That was one of the few times that I hoped a fish would not bite, so I pulled in my line. Strange how quiet it is in the fog.
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