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We had a cottage in Breezy Point in the Rockaways and I would watch my dad and uncles fish the ocean down by the jetty. After awhile we (the little kids) were taken to fish on the bay side for snappers. When I was almost a teenager I would wait for the day when I would get the okay to fish with my cousins at the jetty at dusk or dawn. The first time I fished the end of the jetty with my dad he tied a rope to my pants and attached it to one of the steel posts of the beacon. Probably not the best safety tip but it gave him a little comfort. After a few years all we could think about was Montauk. Went with my best friend on a late September weekend, thick fog, no korkers, only one fish but we were hooked and in it for the long haul.
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