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Once forgot the mirage drive for my revo and once forgot the seat for the PA.
But my best bonehead moment so far was to drop down a heavily weighted carolina rig mac and then start paddling without engaging the clicker. About 20 minutes later I look at my reel and see that I have about 10 or 20 yards of line left on the spool. I start reeling in the line and start to feel some tension. Reel in a little more and for a while I think I am snagged on a rock. Then the rock starts moving. Got more and more line back, but couldn't figure out what kind of fish I had; there were no tail kicks or head shakes. Maybe a shark? Anyway, finally get it to color. It was a foul hooked 36# yeller! The hook was right between the two pelvic fins and had just about torn through the skin. Go figure.
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