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The Plugs of Danny Pichney

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The yr was 1976 and the place was Brenton Reef off Newport, Rhode Island. I used to be fishing with the fiendishly intelligent and fanatically secretive striper ace, Fran Sargent, in his stealthy tin beater boat. By no means heard of Fran Sargent? That was the best way he needed it; he made the Mad Russian (the furtive winner of 4 Winery Derbies) seem to be a socialite. Even should you had heard of Fran, you by no means noticed the place he fished and also you by no means, ever noticed him land a fish, although on the finish of the day, you might need seen his boat sitting a couple of inches deeper within the water. If Fran had been sloppy or exhausted, you might need seen an enormous sq. tail poking out of an overstuffed fish field, however in all of the years I fished with him, I noticed him drop his guard solely as soon as. The fish patrons at Spooner’s in Westport, Massachusetts, knew the rating, however virtually nobody else knew about his unimaginable haul of striped bass.

Anyway, the circumstances appeared promising that day in Newport, with an overcast sky and simple rollers coming in from the southwest; nonetheless, the fishing had been dismal and even Fran, the perfect striper man I ever fished with, couldn’t conjure up a bass. We had been messing round with Atom 40s and related plugs, however couldn’t get them to swim proper. We acquired a couple of swirls, however no hookups.



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