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Hit a local pond today, unusually calm, 15 big pickerel keep my hair jig from working any magic on a bass, but with 49 degree water it’s pickeral prime time. Had my lunch in a cove where eagles have nested for years, they voiced their displeasure for the car top convention, as at ten am I was lucky to even find a pull off on the narrow dirt road that follows one half of the pond. Rain day tomorrow and I’m running out of honey do’s, might get some tackle ready for sea bass and schoolie season.
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