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DEAN MCLOED
a n d went , and it was so on n i gh t . T h e w i nd p i c ke d u p , a n d t h e
b ranches were swayi ng in t h e wi n d . T he o t h e r s i d e of th e l a ke
was nearly full of anglers , b ut n o t o n e b iv v y c o u l d b e s e e n .
Everyone had set up behin d t he t re es to t ry to ke e p o u t o f t h e
w i nd that was gettin g stro n g e r.
1am and a savage liner ha d me u p a n d o u t o f t h e s l e e p i n g
b a g like a shot . I hit nothi n g – m ayb e a t ra i li n g l i n e . T h at ro d
was fishing a snowman on a b lowb a ck r i g, an d t h e t ub i n g wa s
s t i ll in place, so I kn ew I h ad n’ t b e en d o n e . T h a t ro d wa s l e f t
i n for the night , and I wen t b ac k to my b a g, t h e a l a r m s e t fo r
5 a m.
I was up at 4.50, watchi ng t he wa te r fo r si g n s . T h e ro d I h a d
re eled in was changed to a z i g , 1 1 f t i n a b o u t 1 5 f t o f wa te r o n
a black bug-like creature s o a ke d i n th e S hi ma n o I s o l a te l M 9 4 .
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