This past Friday I and a friend went out for our first Chunk’n trip. We anchored and did everything you guys told me to do a few months back. After about a half hour my friend had a nice run, set the hook and was on solid. Seconds latter I was on. Now, we had a tussle going, one of us on one side of the boat and the other on the opposite side. We both had 50 pounder dreams dancing around in our heads. That is until we noticed that when he gained some line my rod would dip, when I gained some line his rod would dip. Oh, oh. Well, to make a long story short, not only were we connected under the boat, but we both had somehow fowled the chum pot that was hanging a little to far down. Had a good laugh anyway. That ended our fist Chunk’n episode. We went trolling and picked up a couple of keepers and a couple of Blues. I’ve heard fish called “brain food”... I think I have to eat more fish!
Al
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