While I was out birdin' all day, Cobain and the boys were busy fishin', catching bait fish for the main event, night squiddin'. By the time I got there with more beer, it was time to squid, and the squid boats lit up the horizon. I grabbed a rod and confidently delivered a mighty cast, which was quickly followed by a mighty 'snap!'. I wasn't familiar with this particular rod, and the line snapped, flinging the expensive squid lure into the froth. I took a break immediately. There was lots of early September lightning out there, back behind the E-Mart. Reminds me of another time, in the past. Past? Future? Best to focus on one I suppose. We didn't catch any squid.
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