I had Mr. Mullet in the black Koffler cork me twice during my drift on the Hump. I was the bigger person and just decided to move on. There was plenty of fish in the system, and we were tagged out early on sea-liced nooks, so there was no need to get heated over it. Anyways, karma knocked on his door at the take-out as their chevy pickup got stuck in 4-low and they had to drive it that way.


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