All right, you're finally here. Here's a rod, here's a Chartreux star, and a Marlboro Red.

Like, that's all you need, kid. And you're good to go. Just stand there and cast it that way.

When my head was up, it was literally taking me to the surface.

Yeah. I clearly remember thinking, I've got about three minutes of this left in me, and then I'm going to drown. Almost to like throwing hands, Dieter. I'm like, no, they don't chase shit down and eat it.

They're American shack.

Come on, man.

Cut and retry that.

You know that's never going to work.

Good morning, friends, degenerate anglers and people that knew that one gas station that would card you for smokes, but then sell them to you anyway after you clearly just flashed a high school student ID featuring no date of birth.

And welcome to cut and retie, the fishing podcast that still buys liquor in the shady part of town just for the rush of it,

man, just for the adventure. Hey, I'm Joe Sirmelli. Happy Friday to one and all. And what was your

underage beer spot? This is something I was just talking about with our good friend Captain Eric

Kerber not long ago. Okay, mine was Sanheican Liquors, Trenton, New Jersey.

Shout out to San Hican Liquors and the entire Sanhican family.

Actually, it was named after the road it was on.

It had nothing to do with the family anyway.

How many of you remember that feeling, right, of deep, deep relief, driving away with

the case of Natty, like you just escaped the cave with

the rolling boulder in Indiana Jones, right? It was a good feeling, wasn't it? So let me know.

Let me know what your spot was. Hit me up. But let's keep the good feelings going, shall we?

I got to thinking about such things this morning because a lot of that nonsense and shenanigans was going on during my formative years

of fishing for American Shad, a species that I think many of you know are near and dear to my heart,

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