26 pounds of dynamite! This guy was trying to yank me out of my Yak so much that I was leaning the other way to counter balance.
After a quick trip north in the Red goo, the bait was non-existent. So south I pointed the yak. Picked up a good variety of bait and started the hunt.
The tomotoe soup was so thick at times that you couldn't see your bait for more than a few feet.
But in the end ......
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Fish caught, time for late lunch.
Do you think he minds me using him as a table for a Tuna Fish sandwich
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