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CHARLIE CUNNINGHAM
n a me that one Pinky o r P in k B i t s . I wa s a ma z e d – u p u n t i l n ow
f ive fish with a stitched up h a n d, a n d t h ey a l l b e a t me u p o n
t h e mat!
We went into our last n i gh t o n t h e la g o o n . At t h i s p o i n t I
c o uldn’t have asked for m o re , b u t t he b e st wa s ye t to co me !
At 2am, I struck, and thi s wa s a re al ly s ava g e t a ke . A s s o o n a s
I s truck into the fish, I kn e w i t wa s a b et te r o n e , an d af te r a
1 5 0-yard battle through we ed b e ds a n d h o rr i b l e w i n dy ra i ny
c o nditions, into the net sh e we n t . M y f r i e n d a n d I l o o ke d a t
e a ch other with exciteme n t – ye p , t h at ’ s o n e o f t h e b e t te r
c o mmons in here! It turned o u t t he f i s h i n q u e s t i o n wa s ca l l e d
S mudge and weighed 25 lb 8 o z – th a t w i l l d o me ! I d i d n’ t s l ee p
fo r four hours after that , b r i m mi n g w i th exc i te m en t . N o t o n ly
t h at , but the wind and the ra i n we re s o s ava g e , i t wa s n e a r o n
i m possible!
We woke up the next mo r n i n g a n d p h o to g ra p h e d t h e l ove ly
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