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Spent the night on the west end of Cuttyhunk. Dawn came and I looked in my bag for the pencil popper that I thought was in there,not. One of those complete loss of confidence moments when you just feel like I really should have had a pencil popper.
Took a few steps and there on the rocks was a white Ranger, hook corroded and looking like it had spent a season in the sea. Took a hook off a plug in my bag put it on the Ranger and cast after cast caught decent schoolies. Caught fish till I really needed coffee and/or sleep and took the long walk back. Went back out that afternoon and first cast a blue took it back.
Some plugs are like that.
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