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So Sunday, headed to Edna with my pole and some frozen shrimp from Academy.
Something kept eating my bait off the hook.
Then, finally, after two hours, I hooked something. He was a beautiful large flounder. I brought him up out of the water and said, "Oh... a flounder!!" and as I was finishing the word, flounder, he gave a strong jerk and unhooked himself and fell back in the water.
I think he shot me the bird as he fell back in. Didn't get another nibble.
What a way to end a crap week.
NRA life member, thanks to Steve.
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