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Here's a Korker story.. Sort of. Two years in a row I did this. Probably 10' feet apart.
I pull up to a spot in Greenwich Bay on the way home from work (6AM). The spot is lined with rocks, under the trestle at Ocean Point Condo's. I got accomstomed to scrambling up and down rocks like a billy goat with the Korker's, and use them whenever rocks are around. Anyways, bluefish are crushing the baby pogies against shore. I just grab my rod frantically and scramble over the rocks as if I had the things on, being conditioned... Both times I took hellacious, painful, bloody dumps.
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