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40 #- Oct. 5, 2002 in Newport. Very big water that night and I was backed up on the rocks a good ways.Not a soul around ,just me and the ocean and sky.Fished for 2 hours without a hit .I had just reeled in my bait to check it and looked at the somewhat used looking pogy chunk and said to myself "##$%^% it ,I'm throwin this piece back out ,nothin hitting anyways." On the way down it gets whacked! " @!#!$ bloooofish!!" I thought......then a screaming lonnnng run...." NOT a bloooofish!!"
I can still see it like it was last night...Holding the rod and letting the fish tire itself after the 2nd run ...looking up at the stars ,hearing the waves crashing all around me, and just savoring the moment ,.....because this is why I do it.
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