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Ah, NORTH BEACH, I remember when my buddy Marty Hanley and I traveled out there with his father who owned one of the shacks on that gorgeous strip of land. We used to sleep over on wood cots and shoot fireworks off all night. Marty's dad would grill steaks and corn on a pot belly stove that washed away with the rising waters that accompanied the storm the first week of February in 1978. North Beach to my way of thinking should be just what heaven should be and if it isn't then I am not interested. I know my reply to this thread drifts somewhat from what capesam was chatting about when he spoke eloquently of the resource rape by the purportedly great fishermen from years past. I do remember seeing so many fish in the water and on the beach that I find hard to believe that anyone fishing could not have caught all they wanted. I caught my first one out there casting a line from a boat rod about 20' into the wash, and that was only after I pulled the line off the reel and threw the weighted line by hand using flouder hooks with a bit of seaworm as bait. Anyone who hasn't spent a night fishing on North Beach by all means should.
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