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Two tall tales... both when I was a youngster fishing with my dad. First was when I was about 10 yrs. old fishing for schoolies in Quincy Bay with my dad. I was using a "Ted Williams" Sears trout rod and reel w 6 lb. test and hooked into a fish right at Sunken Ledge. We knew it was a big fish and started following in the tin boat when the line was just about gone. I fought the fish for a "little kids lifetime" and it took us out past the gut toward Brewster Spit before I finally started gaining some line back. I worked the fish back to the boat until it was straight down under the boat. We finally saw the fish and my dad estimated it was in the 40 lb. class. No monster but to a 10 yr. old it looked as big as a car! I couldn't pump it in with the little rod even though it was just laying there half dead about 20 ft. down but gave it my best. One good swipe of the tail as I was pumping and the 6 lb. broke and off it went. I cried for an hour!
Second time it was my dad at bat down in Woods Hole fishing Hoochies on wire at night. We had been catching a lot of big fish but this one was something else. The fish took us out of the Hole towards Buzzards Bay into the darkness and took my dad down to the backing several times. (if you say fish can't strip wire you don't fish wire enough!) My dad would work it back in and off it would go again. After about the 5th big run the line went slack and my dad reeled in a hoochie with a broken bead chain. We figured it was definately a big bass from the way it fought; just like all the others... only on steriods! My dad taught me a few new vocabulary words that night...which I still use on "rare" occasions today.
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