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Around and Around
While fishing the Race one morning many, many years ago, I had just smoked breakfast and walked down to the beach and got in the picket line. I was using a popper with a teaser and small (5-7#) blues were being caught. I hooked up but the fight was weird even for my altered condition. The line would go slack and I would gain then the fish would pull like hell take line left then right. After a few minutes of this I saw I had a double of bluefish. I was in the water about boot-top deep when they both raced towards me and wrapped around my akles. I tried to back up and fell back over on my A**! Now Iam sitting in the water laughing hysterically while these fish are flopping around. I am not making any attempt to grab them cause I am laughing so hard. They finally break off and are left on the beach by a receding wave. I was able to untangle my feet grab my fish and go back to the Jeep still laughing.
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