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Growing up my Uncle Manny showed me everything I knew. Through most of my childhood he took me under his wing, picking me up after school to go fishing, he showed me spots from Newport to the canal. We targeted everything accept bass. He was a fanatic.
Every once in a while we'd fish with one of his buddies. This was an older guy named Mr. Martins. He didn't work and didn't have a ride so he was always ready to fish. In our eyes this guy knew his stuff and my uncle and I listened he talked fish. He had been fishing much longer then my Uncle had. Both my uncle and Mr. martins had they're 2 piece rods held together neatly with red rubber bands and everything was always organized.
One day we head down to Sakonnet pt to do some scupping and night blue fishing. It was a calm early evening and the wind had died down. At the time the jetty rocks where very gaped, there where lots of stretching and zigzagging as you walked. About a quarter of the way down the jetty we spot some bubbles on the surface about 30 yrs out. Mr. Martins insisted that's a big fish. So what does he do, he ties on a big snag... to them going fishing without a snag would be like bringing no hooks at all. Now the bubbles are moving parallel with the jetty moving between the pots and about walking speed. He begins casting past the bubbles and ripping through. There's a lot of excitement at first but he's sticking nothing. After a short while my uncle and I are in doubt its a fish and if it was it wasn't snaggable, but, prideful Mr.Martins insists it a big fish and he was gonna snag it. He lets the snag drop deeper and deeper with each cast. Now we're probably about 3/4 the way down the jetty and there are few people around watching when all of a sudden, yup, this diver breaks the surface. I think I found a gap between the rocks to crawl into. Even though know one got hurt there was a lot of apologizing.. yes he did have a flag out. I don't remember fishing with Mr.Martins after that.
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