as the pogy turns around a striped bass is speeding at him with a mouth that you could fit a soccer ball in wide open with one foul swoop the 76lb linesider swallows the pogy head first. the striped bass finds that something is not right the bass feels something in his mouth pulling the angler sets the hook the bass feels a mortal sense of danger and dives for the rocks below him to try to rid him self of this tormenting pulling line. left,right the bass zigs-zags through the rocks. the line go's limp the bass has won. this fight will haunt the angler for all his life it will invade his dreams he will never know how big the bass or thing was. but this just makes his blood boil and gives him more resolve than ever before
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