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In 1984, while living in my car for 3 months (worked "The Charger" albie boat, for a while), I caught a shovelnose in SD bay. A couple I met that day, had some wine, and I cooked some filets right there on the spot with the wine in a skillet over an open fire. It tasted pretty damn good. But, then again, I was living out of my car, so flip-flops might have tasted good on an open fire. The couple did enjoy it, too, though.
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"Never say die"
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