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| Lief Peterson photo |
That was the text I got shortly before 7am. "Where are you?" I swore I was off today.....but I was wrong. So I walked into the hospital smelly, sweating, with clothes that were too tight, and commando to boot. Luckily we found some scrubs and some disposable underwear. I showered in the sink, and then got pulled to the adult floor.
Got down at 5 and covered a few beaches really good but I can't shake the skunk. Joe and Lief were at another town and Joe found one that took a popper. It seems like a one fish per beach late August. There was all the rain bait and snappers you could want but the bass were elusive or not around.
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| Lief Peterson photo |
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| Joe Phiefer photo |
After work I decided to run down for 45 minutes just as high tide arrived. The south wind was honking making for good white water but I didn't do anything, and was giving my "didn't get anything report" and Lief said the same thing......."nothing'. But he then went back and got one....and may still be out there as I write this. Have to wait for that report later.
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