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Could not stay home any longer. The wind was twenty, and I had to fish. Stopped by between the piers, Surfmasters was having a get togther. Said hi to a few friends and headed to one place I knew the wind would not stop me. Set up a few rods and drank a cold one. Had a rod go slack and caught a Bull red around 40". The bite died and I fished for trout. Caught a few dinks and sit back down for a cold one. Had a double on the surf rods, both were reds. The tide started going out and the current was ripping through. I was picking up the last rod. It took off, going down stream, I fought it for a good ten minutes before it stuck. I knew I had a good ray, I battled with it for twenty more minutes and got it to where I could see the wings. I was pulling hard when it made a move away from me, the line broke and the reel hit me in the face. I was under water before I knew what had happen. The fish had won, and had won good.
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