...before I get hopped on.... I didn't always set my focus on stripers, I would target anything that got close enough to shore,...from the early morning Scup/Tautog bite...endless hours jigging up Macks of different flavors...atlantic, spanish, tinkers to footlongs (when you could actually catch a good amount from shore), squid, butterfish, tommy cod...jiggin or live-baiting for Fluke, minnow trap was always in the trunk, after a LONG day or night in Newport, ...a visit to the Melville pier was a must.....as well as a stop by the Manchester bridge in Tiv. (as we called it) for some snappers, that was always a GREAT time...
BlooCrabbin was in the mix obviously....the list goes on and on. I absolutely lived to fish.
People would ask me what the holes in some of the fish were ..
.., I would live bait a lot......once the fish went limp, back in the bucket for someone's frying pan. aaaaaaaaaaaaah, the white bucket days,,,, how I miss them.
Thanks for letting me re-live some memories.