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Steve from Boston would have had to have been the guy I remember then. One leg with a hip boot, crutches and the Red Buggy.
Speaking of a guy who liked his beer, whatever happened to the ole drunk named Baker. You must remember him Karl. He would catch one fish, stop fishing, sit next to it and swear at everybody who walked by. First time I saw him was when I was about 18 and I used to fish alone. Instead of being intimidating, which I'm sure was his intent, it became kind of funny. After I got used to seeing him around I'd walk past with a "HEY BAKER WASSUP" ,and he'd let loose with a bunch of profanity. Never changed.
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