Mike, being part of that group and working winters for #^&#^&#^&#^& and helping him deliver tackle on weekends to shops up and down the Cape, this story brings back a flood of memories, some good some not so good. Ed perfectly captured the essence of the man. Hard living, hard partying and twice as hard fishing.
Worcester was the Striper capital of New England for a long time. Not for the fish itself but the fishermen it produced. Most are gone and those few of us left that still search the sands nightly for a fleeting prize fish with a lot of ghosts.
#^&#^&#^&#^& was the drving force behind the prominence of pink in the repetoire of stripers favorite flavors. After myself and #^&#^&#^&#^&'s son Wayne, now sadly passed also way before his time, dunked old beat up Rebels in flat white ceiling paint in my Mother's basement, with which we outfished the whole group a few nights later, he got Pradco to send us two dozen Bone ( simply unpainted Windcheater Rebels) and the Bone color craze was born.
I got misty eyed reading it the first time when you sent it to me and I am now. Those were our golden days, thanks for posting this on your fine site! Steve S.
