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Date: September 26, 2021 Body of Water: Woods Hole - Falmouth, Massachusetts Moon Phase: Full Moon plus six days; waning gibbous moon Tides: Low Tide at 5:50 AM Boat: Shore fishing from short rock jetty With: Alone Target: False Albacore Time: 6:00 AM - 9:30 AM Conditions: Rain at first, but then begrudgingly giving way to clearing skies; about 60 degrees F; brisk Northerly wind; evident bait This was my first and only chance to catch an Albie for the season; I was first on the pier for the morning and staked out the prime real estate at its end. I carried four rods, rigged and ready with different presentations. I was hoping to make the most of any chances that came my way. Snapper blues really seemed to like the peanut bunker-shaped Clark spoon. Small sea bass, too, as this lure probably accounted for a dozen, combined, over the first part of the morning. They also seemed to like the Patrick Sebile Hyper-lastic Spin-Dart on a 1/4-ounce jig head; these were ultimately torn apart by small blues. A small Hogy epoxy jig (green) garnered little attention, and a white Albie Snax plastic stick-bait was a double mouthful for the blues. Two pods of crashing Albies presented themselves within casting distance. The first, at 7:30 AM and with just a few fish evident, was at great distance, but I managed at least one prime cast into their zone. The second, at 8 AM and with many more fish obviously present, came to within 30 feet. This pod looked like a sure thing, but there was no indication of interest in my epoxy jig (or the presentations of others). I switched to the Albie Snax for my next cast, but got halved by a blue almost immediately. And then the albies were apparently gone for the day. Even the blues and sea bass quit biting. By 9:30, when I had to leave, my other pier-mates had already given up. Quite a few kayaks and center consoles remained on post throughout Great Harbor, but all seemed quiet; even quieter than the rest of the morning in which I'd seen zero albies hooked. What do I have to say about this? I got at least two casts in front of Albies, and that's more than I could have done from home. My baits were ignored, as were the presentations of my two companions on the pier. Perhaps the funny fish were simply in super-selective mode, or perhaps there simply weren't enough around to have one make a mistake... Regardless, it was nice to try for these again, and it was good to know that I least had a chance of connecting with one of these elusive fish. Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways
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Date: September 24, 2021 Body of Water: New Meadows River, West Bath, Maine Moon Phase: Full Moon plus four days; waning gibbous moon Tides: Low Tide at 7:51 AM; High Tide at 1:57 PM Boat: amybaby22 With: Alone Target: Striped Bass Time: 9:30 AM - 3:00 PM Conditions: Generally overcast; about 75 degrees F; unusually persistent and brisk southerly wind > 15 mph; water temperatures about 64 +/- in bay, 68 +/- in the river I picked up the skiff from Bamforth Marine and launched her at Sawyer Park. I was going to try a new port and some new water; the New Meadows River and environs. A new acquaintance has caught some very nice stripers out of this launch, and I was looking forward to the challenge of some new-to-me water. The ramp worked fine, even at the low tidal stage. I had miles in front of me, without any specific, local knowledge. I stopped to make some unsuccessful casts over some active rain bait, but continued downriver. I was hoping to see some bird, bait, or bass activity; none was evident. And so I continued downriver, now looking for some deeper, mackerel-holding water. The river opens up around Bragdon Island/Bragdon Rock, and it's here that I encountered the first water over 40 feet deep. I also saw a gull dive on bait and come up with a herring or small mackerel. The wind was also churning the open water, and I really didn't want to continue much further into the open; and so I started to troll my Sabiki with the incoming tide and wind along Bragdon Island's eastern edge. In fairly short order, I had a dozen baits in the well. Most came as singles from 45 - 60 feet of water, and jigging with about 25 - 30 feet of line out was most productive (once I had made first contact by trolling). I relocated to the lee of the Three Islands area. The promise of a variety of depths, a few charted rocks, some flying birds and plenty of water to check drew me in. It didn't take me long to find what I was looking for; some current, some structure and cover, and some serious marks on the finder! A 50-yard stretch (and that's being generous) provided plenty of action, especially on my first couple of passes. I ran through my available mackerel in about 90 minutes; each one got eaten, crashed, plucked or harassed to death. Each of the five stripers I caught was between 24 and 26 inches, in good shape and hardy. In addition to these five, many others entertained me with their chases, top-water smashes and drawn-out pursuits. A few of the macs were outsized, and a couple of hooks turned, so the catching wasn't quite as good as the fishing; but that was okay! When my last mackerel turned into a series of top-water misses, I decided to augment my bait supply (for later; even if for ice-fishing for pike). I returned to Bragdon and added a half dozen to the body count in short order. I headed upriver to end the day. I decided to slow-troll the No Wake zone with a tube and worm. I got all the way to the ramp without a bump, but at least I'd covered some additional new water. I was off the water a little past 3 PM and the skiff was in the new garage (for the first time, ever) by 4 PM. It had been a good day! What do I have to say about this? It was nice to be re-united with the skiff; her problems were simply a frozen thermostat, and she ran great, all day. She's back to her trusty self and maybe there's a few weeks of striper fishing left to 2021! What a way to spend a weekday! This productive exploration was well worth the investment of some time off. The landscape looked like the Canadian Shield to me, and I could have been pike, walleye or smallmouth fishing. With ospreys, eagles and a seal (way upriver) around, it was only a matter of time before I found some fish of my own. And they were my own; I didn't see another sport fisherman all day! Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways Date: September 19, 2021 Body of Water: Casco Bay, Falmouth, Maine Moon Phase: Full Moon minus one day; waxing gibbous moon Tides: Low Tide at 4:30 AM; Quadrant III Boat: Shore fishing from landing float With: Alone Target: Striped Bass Time: 4:45 AM - 7:00 AM Conditions: Bright and clear; about 55 degrees F; brisk NNE wind; water temperatures about 65 +/- With a limited bait supply but no boat to take me elsewhere, I hit the dock with some hope for modest success. Conditions had certainly changed after the previous evening's shower. A cold front had moved in, the sky was perfectly clear, and a brisk NNE kept the mosquitos at bay and chilled the fresh air. I started in the dark, handling a worm rod only, but with the lack of action, I folded in chunked mackerel presentations too. Long story short, I went fishless. My only bite of the day came right at 7 AM, just as I was preparing to pack it up. This fish ate my last, generous chunk of mackerel on a free-line. I wound down tight and felt the weight of the fish, but the hook pulled. This CAN'T be my last chance of the striper season.... or can it? I certainly hope not. We'll find out, in good time. Meanwhile, it really was a beautiful, refreshing autumn morning. Bioluminescence, a gray fox sighting, a seal corralling pogies almost within casting range, and at least one crack at a bass... this skunk was worth the effort. And the rest of the day turned out great. I might not write about that, but it's part of me and with me, too! Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways Date: September 18, 2021 Body of Water: Casco Bay, Falmouth, Maine Moon Phase: Full Moon minus two days; waxing gibbous moon Tides: Low Tide at 3:51 PM Boat: Shore fishing from landing float With: Fishing Alone, but accompanied by A Target: Striped Bass Time: 4 PM - 6 PM Conditions: Variable fog; about 70 degrees F; brisk southerly wind; water temperatures about 67 +/- Depending upon how one looks at it, the day had been a success; or not. Of course, I'd scored a few stripers in the morning, but the rest of the day was meant to rehabilitate my freshwater Lund, Numenon. Last week, after a nap of two years, her cooling stream was noticeably weak, and I'd aborted further work on her. When I mentioned her condition to an acquaintance, he said he'd encountered this frequently, and I should simply ream the stream's outlet with a pipe cleaner. I did, and it worked! She started and ran fine, so it was off to Sebago for a quick shakedown cruise and lake trout effort! Except one of the trailer tires immediately disintegrated; I got it changed easily and safely enough and without any real problems, but we conservatively diverted to the local tire store for a complete new set instead of waiting for the other one to blow, too. On to Plan B! We ran home, grabbed the bait and some beverages, and headed to the float, where my first cast just about coincided with dead low tide. Conditions were still mostly clear, but a dense fog was building. Between the tidal stage and the decreased light, it seemed a little fishy, despite the southerly wind in my face. I worked three rods (floated worm, free-lined mackerel chunk and chunk under a float). I was a little surprised when the first bite came on the (bonus) floated chunk at about 4:15 (let's say predicted low tide plus a half hour). I was pleased enough with this nice, bonus 26-inch striper to not really care what it ate! When the next two bass also selected floated chunks (23 inches at 4:30 and 25 inches at 5 PM; mid-Quad III), I knew the presentation wasn't a fluke and stuck with it. A long cast, slightly to the left of the float was covering historically and currently productive water. Why would I change anything? Along the way here I missed a few runs, pull-downs and pick-ups. The fish were surprisingly active. With the weather (increased fog and a pending rain shower) closing in, I gave myself until 6 PM to finish up. At that point, the premium portion of Quadrant III would be completed and the dock's cross-bar (my convenient visual cue) would be inundated; my best opportunities would be past. Fortunately, another fat 26 ate a free-lined tail chunk, and so I left pretty happy! What do I have to say about this? Plan B turned out well and was every bit as acceptable/enjoyable as our original plans. I'm glad I saved some mackerel, the bass seem to be currently "off" worms. I sure wish I'd saved more macs! Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways Date: September 18, 2021 Body of Water: Casco Bay, Falmouth, Maine Moon Phase: Full Moon minus two days; waxing gibbous moon Tides: Low Tide at 3:38 AM; mostly Quadrant III Boat: None, shore fishing from landing float With: Alone Target: Striped Bass Time: 5 AM - 7:30 AM Conditions: Foggy and about 63 degrees F; no wind; intense bioluminescence; water temperatures about 66 After only a couple of casts/drifts in the dark without a touch on my blood-worm, I was already wondering; Is it over? I know the migration will take virtually all of my stripers out of the local system, and so of course, that last bite for the season will come. But so soon? And on such a promising day (gray, gloomy skies, bottom of flood tide, good bait and such glorious quiet)? Despite the deep darkness, I added a second line to my spread; a tail chunk from a week-long frozen mackerel was free-lined toward the depths. This resulted in a couple of minor tangles in the dark, but these were easily addressed. It also resulted in the first take of the morning. At about 5:45 AM, a 26-incher ate the tail. Whew, I'd proven that some bass were still present, avoided the skunk, and got my first picture for the last week of Striper Cup 2021. The worm rod went off while I was removing this bass from the hook; something ate my worm. I re-baited and quickly connected with a smallish schoolie; I landed this 20-incher but flubbed it for the picture. Still, affirmations of both fish and their continued appetite for worms were welcomed news. Things then quieted down. My last bite of the session was at about 6:30 AM, at the end of Quadrant III. A nice 26-incher quietly pulled my floated worm beneath the surface but then fought like hell, all the way to hand. I fished for another hour, well into (dreaded) Quadrant IV, but nothing else happened. I was back in bed, napping by 8 AM. What do I have to say about this? Since I know the inevitable is coming, I also know I need to enjoy and appreciate (more than usual!) each and every bass I encounter. Any session with a brace of 26-inchers is good enough; add the intense quietness and stillness, and this was quite satisfying. Well worth the missed (delayed?) sleep! Will I recognize the last striper of 2021? Perhaps not. I think it's still too early to be overly concerned about any particular session, but the Fall Run is on, down the eastern seaboard. It's happening, and I kind of felt its local ramifications this morning. Still, one more photographed fish this week and my obligations for the 2021 Striper Cup will be met. Since we plan to attend the season-ending "bash" on Cape Cod next weekend, I'll probably have a chance to be on the receiving end of the bass' migratory behavior. I am looking forward to that, but meanwhile, here and now, I'll focus on the stripers one at a time and appreciate each and every one. Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways Date: September 12, 2021 Body of Water: Casco Bay, Falmouth, Maine Moon Phase: New Moon plus five days; waxing crescent moon Tides: Low Tide at 9:32 AM; Quadrants I and II Boat: None, shore fishing from landing float With: Alone Target: Striped Bass Time: 5:45 AM - 8:00 AM Conditions: Generally cloudy and about 60 degrees F; stiff, persistent, double-digit westerly breeze; water temperatures about 63 Mackerel might be the antidote to Quadrant I, and so I played the low-light conditions against the tidal stage. In addition to a head and a tail, I presented a third bait, a body chunk beneath a float as a Hail Mary. And that was the first to go, just before sunrise. The fiesty 25-incher took me around the dock before I could turn it; I was surprised this determined fish was not longer and heavier. It was great to break the ice with my first floated chunk fish of 2021! Soon thereafter, a free-floated head got eaten; a 27-incher came to hand. After a lull, the action perked up around 7 AM (now solidly in Quadrant II) and stayed strong until my departure at 8 AM. I landed three additional stripers all about 21 inches in length. I also missed a hooked fish and had a few drive-byes and drops. It was an active hour in which the fish showed no real preference for the presentation or cut; heads, tails and whole body chunks all got eaten. What do I have to say about this? It's good to not be so dependent on store-bought bait, especially in my current shore-bound condition! While not exactly fresh, my independently caught-packaged-and-frozen macs have proven themselves to be reliable, and a great way to beat high skies or adverse tides. I also think a bit and lazy bass might be more susceptible to a chunk than to other presentations, especially in this quiet water. A and I spent the rest of the day exploring. I spent some time casting the inlet at Drake Island (between Wells and Kennebunk) during the rising tide. I had birds, bait and current, but no bass came to play. Oh well, it was pleasant, could have worked out, and revealed another nice estuary and boat ramp (Wells!) Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways Date: September 11, 2021 Body of Water: Casco Bay, Falmouth, Maine Moon Phase: New Moon plus four days; waxing crescent moon Tides: Low Tide at 8:41 AM; Quadrant II Boat: None, shore fishing from landing float With: Alone Target: Striped Bass Time: 6 AM - 7:15 AM Conditions: Clear and brisk; 55 degrees with a northwesterly breeze; water temperatures about 64 With only a limited window for fishing, I chose to stick to the float. I possessed only frozen mackerel for bait, but with the higher stage of tide and the clear conditions, I felt confident that I could catch a fish or two before the day's chores began. Heads or tails? Which would win? I've often preferred the gutless, meat-only tail chunk for stripers. They seem to attract less crabs, stay on the hook and bass gulp them down! But heads have produced some bigger fish, and often produce strikes under the toughest conditions. Oh well, I decided to use both. With my alarmless, late-for-me-start to the session, I could use two rods right away. I could tend them and see any pickups before the reel alerted me to any action. The tail chunk produced the first fish just before sunrise; a nice 26-incher! The head produced my other strike; a welcomed 24-incher. By 7 AM, I was hauling gear and preparing to deliver the Maritime 1480 to Falmouth Town Landing dock and ramp; I had to haul her to Brunswick for diagnoses and maintenance. Fortunately, my timing just beat the ebbing tide and I could get her on the trailer with no real problems. But had I fished any longer, it would have been more difficult to do so. What do I have to say about this? With amybaby22 safely delivered to the maintenance facility, A and I explored several boat ramps on/near the New Meadows River of Brunswick/West Bath. An acquaintance has been having quite the run of good luck on much larger stripers up there in Casco Bay's eastern reaches. Two ramps stood out; Sawyer Park and Princes Point. I'll probably have to check them out, if all works out well (and quickly) with the skiff's engine. I used the "down" time to tackle Numenon. She hasn't been turned over in two years, and I wondered what I'd find. She's aged and has suffered a bit from her two years of inactivity. But she started right up, and the electric trolling motor and sonars/GPS work. On the negative side, her "pissing" stream is weak, and there seem to be some electrical issues to troubleshoot (lights, aerator, etc.) Oh well, one step at a time. I'll probably deliver her to the same facility when I pick up amybaby22. Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways Date: September 7, 2021 Body of Water: Plymouth Bay - Duxbury, Massachusetts Moon Phase: New Moon Tides: Just about Low at first (6:34 AM), flooding throughout Boat: Captain Dave's Carolina Skiff With: Baymen Guide Service Target: Striped Bass Time: 6:15 AM - 11:30 AM Conditions: Beautiful, bright and clear; about 65-75 degrees with a mild westerly wind. Water temperatures falling to 67 degrees. Tons of birds and bait! So, this was different. On New Year's Day, I noticed a post on this guide's web page; he had an opening on September 7 due to a rescheduled customer. I'd been following Baymen Guide Service ( www.baymenlife.com ) since I'd moved to Massachusetts in late 2019, and I emailed my interest in joining Captain Dave for the day. A few hours later, the trip was confirmed. A lot has changed since the booking. My move from suburban Boston to Maine somewhat erased the trip's purpose (to learn new, local water), complicated the logistics a bit (I spent the night in a local dive), and I entered the day thinking it would be a one-off. But at day's end, I knew I wanted more of this port! Captain Dave proved himself to be a true, rugged individualist, but also a generous, affable boat-mate. He was well-prepared and smart enough to launch before the New Moon low tide that left a few boats high and dry for a few hours. He kept me on fish for the entire morning and seemed to really appreciate his time on the water. Our allotted time zipped by. Here's the Captain's report: www.baymenlife.com/27-fish-on-fly-lt-2/ I concur, although I think he's overly kind with his assessment of my fly-fishing! Here's my account; it's something of a blur because it was all new water for me. And, since I wasn't running the boat, I was reacting to different cues. We ran almost directly to Bug Light just outside of Plymouth Harbor. From this vantage point, Captain Dave surveyed the scene and options; and moving further into Plymouth Harbor rose to the top based on bird activity. As we moved in, I could finally see what he had glassed; several groups of terns and gulls working in super shallow water adjacent to sandbars. Throughout the day, Captain Dave was the first to see/notice signs of bird, bait, and bass activity. When Captain Dave showed me his swim-bait retrieve/technique, I was mildly shocked. In my experience, low-and-slow wins; the fast and aggressive "Baymen Bounce" was like using a jerk-bait while on a cocktail of coke and steroids. But I quickly proved to myself that it works! Eel grass in less than a foot of water does not mix with swim-baits; and when I switched to a bone Spook, I quickly put a half dozen bass in the boat. With such a target-rich environment, I decided it was time to pick up the long wand; the one with the popper! It took perhaps a half hour and a change in location to a slightly deeper edge before one ate; but this 25-incher was certainly my biggest fly-rod striper to date! I enjoyed my efficiencies with the Spook better, though, and we located and chased down several groups of fish. Many casts with the Spook would result in multiple strikes before the hooks found flesh. There were plenty of chases, swings and misses, and outright rejections, too. We saw some bigger fish, and the day's biggest (26.5 inches) came aboard. At about 8:30 AM, the tail slaps clearly outnumbered actual strikes. I switched to a Heddon Knucklehead popper; that fooled a couple before that, too was ignored. For the rest of the trip, a four-inch white swim-bait shined. We gave others opportunities, but white outproduced others by a noticeable margin. With fewer birds now working, we did more blind-casting and searching. Seemingly any current seam held fish, and I enjoyed working a 9-inch Sluggo to visible fish along one scum line. Once again, "fast and aggressive" illicited more interest than "slow and vulnerable", but the fish were obviously getting more selective. Now committed to working the Sluggo high and fast, I had a group of fish chasing it down. One was a big bass!! Fish on! This turned out to be a nice, 7- or 8-pound bluefish, a great fight on the medium power TFO Inshore rod. It was now about 9:30 AM and we thought we would try some deeper/structure fishing. Somehow that turned into targeting more shallow bass with birds inside the barrier beach near Duxbury. While the Spook generated a few swings and misses, the white swim-bait burned near top provided the most connections. We encountered one of the most intense blitzes I've ever been party to. A thousand bass or more had two-inch peanut bunker pinned to the grass edge at the mouth of a creek. This fish moved quickly, and I only pulled two out. We followed the school down the shoreline, where I presented a variety of small streamers to the fish. I had lots of follows, but no takes. We finished the day fishing deeper water (up to nearly 30 feet) near the edge of a rocky island with bucktail jigs. We were hoping for one more, larger fish. My only hit was from a small fluke; we called it a (great!) day. What do I have to say about this? This simply turned out better than I expected or I could have hoped. It was an intense morning of fishing with more visible targets and action than the rest of my season combined. While I left a few fish on the table (pinched barbs and flubbed landings), I didn't miss many. With a total of 25 stripers (including a half dozen or more over 24 inches and a fly-rod PB) and a strong bluefish landed, and the visual prospect of encountering bigger fish, what more could anybody have asked for? I'm already thinking about my next fall trip to these harbors. It might be in a few weeks, or it might be next September. But I do believe that I will be back! Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways Date: September 6, 2021 Body of Water: Casco Bay, Falmouth, Maine Moon Phase: New Moon minus one day; waning crescent moon Tides: Low Tide at 5:13 AM; just about all Quadrant III Boat: Shore fishing from landing float before switching to amybaby22 at about 6:30 AM With: Alone Target: Striped Bass Time: 5:00 AM - 10:15 AM Conditions: Cloudy and about 60 degrees F; light wind; water temperatures about 63 +/- The session started quickly, with just about a bite on every cast as I presented blood-worms beneath slip floats in the darkness. I landed six stripers from 16 to 21 inches (and missed a bunch of bites and donated too many worms) by 6 AM or so. With the increasing light levels, I also introduced a free-lined mackerel tail chunk. That bait produced the best shore bass of the morning at about 24 inches. With the bite on the wane and only a few worms left, I switched to trolling the tube-and-worm from amybaby22 along my favored stretch of shoreline. With about 50-55 feet of line out and going as slowly as possible with the east-bound current, I marked a fair number of fish and lost my worm to some peckish nibbles. I rebaited and reset my pass through the same mark in about 13 feet of water. This time, the fish hit violently. At 26 inches, this was my largest tube bass of the season. I relocated my tube-and-last-worm to York Ledge. I fished over some nice marks, but never got bit, here. By 7:45, I was trying to make bait in 55 feet of water of Clapboard Island's east end. Once I found my first mac by trolling, the rest came easy by simple vertical jigging. I had 20 baits in the well just a few minutes after 8 AM. I moved to the island's steep and rocky east end. In an hour, I generated just one bite from about 20 feet of water; this bass was small for a mackerel-eater at 22 inches. I relocated to the island's west end, where my baits were frightened, active and nervous, but never eaten. I finished my session with live-lined mackerel drifted over York Ledge, where I came up empty again. Oh well, I had plenty of mackerel to freeze for future use. By 10:15 AM, I was done for the day! What do I have to say about this? Clapboard was "off" and I had neither the time nor the engine performance to go elsewhere. With nine bass on four techniques, I'd still put together a good session. And I had plenty of time to enjoy the rest of the day, too! Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways Date: September 5, 2021 Body of Water: Casco Bay, Falmouth, Maine Moon Phase: New Moon minus two days; waning crescent moon Tides: Low Tide at 4:34 AM Boat: None, shore fishing from landing float With: A! Target: Striped Bass Time: 5 AM - 7:15 AM Conditions: Cloudy and about 60 degrees F; little to no wind; water temperatures about 65; Quadrant III Conditions seemed perfect; I risked jinxing our session by mentioning to A that we needed to take a picture of the fourth fish of the day. Number 210 for the season would break my personal record and would be noteworthy regardless of size. The bites on floated blood-worms started almost immediately. The first few fish were small (18 or 20 inches) and barely sipped the worm, but the fourth ate aggressively and at approximately 25 inches, was certainly picture worthy! With the increasing light and a slight break in the pace of bites, I added a second rod to the mix. It presented a mackerel chunk, free-drifting to the bottom. Almost immediately, a decent line-sider picked up the bait. This was a good addition! A tended the chunk while I wormed. My next bite pulled drag like crazy; I coaxed the 33-incher to hand on my light worm rod. This was my biggest of the season, and a pleasure to hold. The sun was just now rising; we'd already landed seven nice bass! While the worm bite slowed, the chunk bite accelerated. Heads, tails, mid-body chunks; all were eaten, most often on the fall before reaching bottom. We got the first "head"-hunter of the season, and enjoyed a double as I quickly hauled a smallish worm-fish out of the way of A's really nice 27-incher. By 7:30, we'd landed a dozen, blown past my season record, had both landed personal bests for the season and were enjoying breakfast at the house with J. It had been a really good morning! What do I have to say about this? We'd caught a dozen but left a few on the table. A broke one off on the float's ladder, and I suffered two (!!!???!?!?!?) break-offs. Strangely, both occurred on the braid and not at knots. All this fishing around rocks and barnacles has taken a toll for the season. But rest assured, that line has been replaced! I guess there's always room for improvement. Pondering the questions of core essence and finding meaning in unexpected ways |
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