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While walking back from looking for carp and gar during an unsuccessful bow fishing expedition I heard a commotion in the water behind me and saw a fish so I kicked it up on the shore. It was the biggest bass I had ever caught, captured, kicked in my life. I did practice kick and release.
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Kick, bite, scream, magic, whatever it takes, just no snatching in case those boys in green are reading.
Scared the day lights out of me. Coyotes had already been howling close by all night and then this happens right behind me, it more instinct than actually knowing what it was. But at least I do have a witness, Predator 130 was with me.
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Wow
kickin' bass and takin' names. :biggrin