Last evening the reds were pretty easy to come by on my gold spoon. These two looked identical, except one has one spot and the other has two. This evening I thought I would do the same thing. Roger and I were standing on the roadway about 7:30 when something nailed my spoon and took off. It ran toward the crossbridge and then seemed to stop. I couldn't seem to move it again. After 45 minutes Roger got me a chair from the office. Two hours later I finally hauled up this huge stingray. It was foul hooked in the tail. It was 4 and 1/2 feet from nose to tip of tail and 22 inches across the body.