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Golfito, 2003.
Josep Torroella was right. The spot above the wreck where he had anchored his old wooden boat, turned out to be the best fishing spot. While the men on the two other boats only caught a few small fish, Josep’s passengers were lucky to catch a few real big game fish like Dorados and even a young Yellow Fin Tuna. A Pacific Sailfish managed to free himself from Budweiser’s line, making Rob Seegers the winner of the bet.
“Well you’ve got enough to get yourself a nice treat of the ladies,” said Lazaro.
“Hey,” Heckenrath shouted from the blue boat. “Want to bet who’ll be the first to return at Golfito?”
“No more betting Heck!” said Baldwin to his men. “We’ve only got two days here; I don’t want to risk any injuries.”
“p***y!” Heckenrath provoked the young sergeant.
“p***y
