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Can't remember my first fish. Pretty sure it was a cod though. I do remember waking up every weekend morning @ 3:00 am and jumping in the truck. My brother, grandfather and I would sleep in the back of the Suburban, while my dad would tow the boat from western MA to where ever the fish were at at the time. Great memories. I am surprised that I kind of fell out of the fishing loop for about 15 years. We used to really fill that boat up. My earliest memories are more of watching people bring fish in because I was to small. I got a fish hook up the nose. I remember that. My grandfather had this weird method of keeping his gum fresh. He would stick it behind his ear. He said it saved the flavor, and saved money on not wasting gum. To make a story thats getting longer shorter, my brother, grandfather, and I would all sleep in the back of the truck on the rides home as well. Anyway, I remember all of us chewing gum, and my grandfather recommending we utilize his gum behind the ear technique for the ride home. When we woke up back in Western MA all of our heads were stuck together in the back of the Suburban. My brother, RickBomba, got me back into fishing, namely striper fishing, about five years ago. I haven't looked back since. I think I flipped on some primitive survival light switch, because striper fishing is all I really think about.
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