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Spent many, many nights in the company of the old guard back then. I fished with the Woonsocket crew and a few of the New Yorkers. Some of the stuff I saw and did went on to become legend, mostly I was just a witness, but I still remember nights when I had to put bass in the front seat cause there was no more room in the back of the truck.DAys spent trying to sleep in the truck behind Matt the Rats, a shade tree was the most valuable thing at them times. You could pull into Old Harbor at 3 in the morning and ice down and weigh your fish and come back at 9 and get paid cash. Would take a weeks worth of stinking , slime covered clothes into the wash and fold and get them cleaned for a couple of bucks, they wern`t to fond of us! But that was then......
Who says the old days are gone, Tony C dragged a 53 and a 62 up onto those fabeled sands last year!
Slinger
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