Mike:
I have a tear in my eye. How I miss the Back!! The old friends and the unreal fishing.
I remember being at Ballston one night in front of the big dune on the left (not a spot burn because the sand bar moves every year). The date was Aug 16, 1994. I had too many 30s and 40s to count. I ran out of eels around false dawn and dragged a 45 and a 48 back to the truck. (pounds for the youngsters not inches)
I remember walking into Murats that morning around 8 and Dave Hammock just looked at me and said "well, that's the way the Cape use to be." This was right after the moritorium and there just were not fish like that in RI except at the Block.