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Great start
Saturday, great weather for the boat. At our first stop, Rick grabbed a 25 pounder and I notched a 35, both on top. Then we took a ride with no luck. Don't leave fish to find fish. Yesterday, we took a twenty mile ride to find small to giant bass. We quit when our arms and backs could not take more. Always at least one of us on--our souped up swimmers were really hot. On the way back, they were taking nice fish on mac's in front of the yak's. With my cranky knees, I've become the mate. With the sun and calm sees, the lot was full when we hauled out. Looks like the sand for today and tomorrow. If only God would give us three June's per year. The only thing better would be to get Mikey out of the river and onto the Cape.
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Hybrid Mode
