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What do you say....? few and far between, several hours of cove checking and not a soul in the water, the last stop north produced a few little peelers. Offshore winds were screaming, like really screaming. As I was walking down to the water, a guy was coming out of the parking lot, set his fish shape down in the sand. The wind lifted it up, bounced it a few times, and about 50 yards later, left it at the waters edge.

We ain't in kansas anymore toto....