one day of fishing in your life what would it be?
11/11/97, light NE wind , 3-4ft surf with plenty of wash, drizzle, water gin clear.
Bass 26-48", blues 10-15# starting at 9:30 am. Peanuts trying to run up the dunes to escape,
birds diving at your feet, fish on every cast no matter wood, plastic or metal,
poles bent as far as you could see down the beach. No time to eat or drink just catch.
Left them biting at 4:30 pm. too tired to make another cast.
A day,and time ,etched in my mind forever.
Just keeps ya comin back.
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