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Cue the Musky

IT FLOATED DOWN to us, riding the surface-current faster than we were. Closing the distance, the bobbing object became identifiable. We were looking at half of a bullhead. And it was very much alive. Its back half was gone, the severance marred by teeth marks. In a cruel twist of fate, the fish was spared

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