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BOBBY
STEVE
LEE
BILL
DICK
CRAIG
GRIFFIN
PHILLIPS
GAYNER
BRIGGS
McEVOY
COOTE
b a rges to pass under. It wa s he a r tb re ak i n gly f ru s t ra t i n g , as
I knew what was in the ma r i n a, b ut I c o u ld n’ t g e t to th e m !
I was sitting at home one n i gh t a n d c o u l dn’ t ge t the s e c a n a l
m onsters out of my mi nd wh en s ud d e n ly I h a d a b ra i nwave ( a
ra re event)…
I t was my fourth visit to t he “ m o n ste r ma ri n a” wh e n I p u t my
p l an into action. I arrived j us t o n d a rk w i t h my b ro t h e r a n d
c a st onto t he bank opp osite . I s la c ke n ed o f f my d ra g a n d m a d e
my way up to bridge, 5 0yds to th e l ef t o f wh ere we we re s e t u p .
We crossed the bridge, and I j um p e d t he m ar i n a fe n ce , l e av i n g
my brother the safe si de o f t h e fe n ce . M y b ro t h e r p a s s ed me
t h e baiting pole, and I ma d e my way to t h e l i t t l e bri d g e t h a t
went over the entrance to t he ma r i n a . M y b ro t h e r fo l l owe d
t h e fence towards the littl e b r i d ge , a n d h e q u i c k ly fo u n d my
l e ad. He attached my rig/ s ti c k an d ma d e h i s way to th e l i t t l e
b ridge and waited for me. I s hi p p e d o u t t h e b a i t i n g p o l e u n d er
t h e bridge out towards the m a i n c a n al . M y b ro t h e r p u t my ri g
a n d handful of Tor Baits S q u i d a n d Ta n ge r i n e i n t h e s p o o n
a n d made his way b ack to t h e ro d s . I sl owly e a s e d th e p o l e
b a ck under the bridge and gl i de d i t to th e s i d e o f t h e f i rs t
b o at where I stealthily dep o s i te d my r i g a n d ba i t ri gh t n ex t to
t h e boat where I had seen t h e mo n ste r m i r ro r ! I m a d e my way
b a ck out the marina in fu ll s te al t h mo de a n d d ow n ove r t h e
m ain canal bridge to meet my b ro t h er st a ti o n e d at th e ro d s .
We sat there and giggled l i ke two s c h o o l c h i l d re n a t o u r
m i schievousness! It took seve ra l h o urs a n d we we re i n to o u r
fo urth brew when suddenly t h e t i p f l ew ro u n d a n d t he re c e ive r
v i brated in my pocket! I wa s f i s h i n g l o cke d u p w i th 1 5l b P ro
G o ld, and I just held on fo r d e a r li fe . It t ake s s om e c o nv ic ti o n
n o t to give any line, and my h ea r t wa s i n my m o u th . T h e Fox
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