1973, fresh out of High school, living on a charter boat and running the beach in my 1973 chevy truck at night. Anyone remember the Hibachi craze? Had one in the back of the truck, set on the tailgate and cook steaks or on top of the fish box when the no seeums were not too bad at the dock.
Bathing in a pond each night. Landing on Monomoy in 77' and fishing the beaches on the island with no restrcition, no seals, no rangers and having egg fights with the guys I fished with with sea gull eggs.
Dig clams by hand on the flats at low tide in the middle of the night and fill the cooler, no problems. Sell anything you caught to Old Harbor, Victory and Chatham Fish.
Camp anywhere you wanted in the woods of Wellfleet, Truro. The cops would tell you to make sure you cleaned up after yourselfs and don't make a lot of noise and btw "how is the fishing"?
Drive from Coast Guard Beach in Eastham to RP ON THE BEACH!!!
.49 cent a gallon gas, parking my skiff behind MacReed's and sleeping in one of the rooms above his shop no charge in the off season if the weather sucked. Fishing w/ MacReed.
Everyone in season wore waders into stores, restaurants whatever when fish were running it seemed that waders were mens official Cpae Cod apparel. Jeep wagoneers, and Grand Wagoneers, Cape Cod Cadillacs, they were called.
Launching from Calflin's Landing and having the Chatham cops watch your vehicle even though it was no parking as long as you told them when and where you were catching you were gievn the priviledge.
Sitting on a bare wood deck with no railings at a cottage on Thumpertown Beach in Eastham with my Dad and brothers watching the sunset and planes bomb the target ship, while we cheered them on and Dad ate cherrystones and sipped his ice cold Miller High Life.
God I miss those days.
