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From down the beach I spotted the crowd gathering around the one man with a pole, grabbed the camera and made my way to join them. You know it's something big when the sun worshippers give up their towels and umbrellas to watch a man fish. No one knew exactly what he had but we knew it was big. He had fought it for at least 15 minutes before I got there and it was a tough fight still - waiting on a big wave to really yank it in - then he had it! A big ray up on the beach. A few more minutes of fighting then the hook broke loose, back into the ocean he flopped. Hands were shaken. Photos taken. One worn out fishermen found his way to a chair. Sandy Hook, NJ.