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last night i went wading with my dad and his brother in the indian river. i caught one stingray, and between me and the stingray, neither of us decided to have it like that. this is because i snagged him on the back. my uncle wayne had to cut off his barb, and he threw it into this knot of mangrove roots. when he unhooked the lure from the stingray's back and returned him back to the water, i saw the stingray swim back into the entanglement to look for his barb. i had a dream about stingrays in my bathtub.