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Good judgement IS paramount.
And it is all too easily lost when one has been living the nocturnal life and is stumbling around in the dark in the wee hours.
I recall a night at Block when we were ending a long fish less weekend at North Rip. The tide was screaming east and several off my crew headed out in ankle deep water to see how far they could get. Me, I was so tired I was imagining things, nodding off midcast, and generally out of it. I started to follow them, but soon grew uneasy with the thought of being swept off the bar ala Ben Lubell. I returned to the safety of fish less waters and hoped my buddies would be OK out there. Fortunately they all returned safely.
A bass, even record sized one, is just a fish.
NOT worth it.
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