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>that feeling when the flashlight gives out every now-and-then while walking over soft ground towards the water
>the sound of sloshing water in the live bait bucket and the thump of fish hitting their heads against it
>frogs croaking, owls hooting, and crickets chirping
>switching to Coleman lantern a shore camp
>foggy mist drifting through everything
>setting up folding chairs
>checking rigs; occasional light prick of a hook against your fingers
>smell of wood smoke as the fire is being started
>hooking wiggling baitfish to the rigs and casting them into the darkness
>hearing the distant splash of the rig hitting the water
>setting rod after rod into their holders
>that ice cold feeling of sifting through the cooler ice to get the first drink
>relaxing for the first 10 mins while sipping your drink and watching lines in anticipation
>...two lines start pulling at once
