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Hearing the guys upriver whipping their rods backwards and yelling “fish on” I shook my head in disgust. The snagger’s were flossing kings out of one of my favorite egg-fishing holes, but there was nothing I could do. Arriving an hour after the tide had starting swinging back to the ocean I missed my chance to reserve the hole by float-fishing it and making sure the snaggers knew that they weren’t wanted. Instead I was now walking the riverbank looking into the shadows in the bright sunlight. Finally I found a small pod of fish, maybe ten of them, stacked and sitting in the shade. I cast upriver from the overhanging branches so as not to spook the fish and slowly let my float drift down to them. As it reached the pod of fish the float went down and I set the hook. I made sure not to yell or make any noise otherwise I would have a crowd around me before I could land the fish…….