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Great thread.
Memories flowing back, long since thought of...
Boat trips to Boston and back, sitting on port side of a 23' Buehler Turbocraft (jet boat) in seas that seemed mountainous. We'd lose sight of other boats around us as we pushed through the troughs. Wonder how big those seas were anyway? The snowbanks always seemed bigger too...
Codfishing with handlines and rods around Egg Rock and the Outter Pigs. Usually a once every two year thing for my Dad. Wasn't his passion, but he took us as he wanted us to have done everything he could get us to experience. Funny how things come full circle... Doing things with/for your kids makes you fall in love with your parents all over again. (You did this for me?!?!?)
Never heard any talk about stripers as a kid, just cod, flounder, and blues...which we OD'd on as teens as we became such proficient "hunters" LOL
Yep, thanks Dad. I'll be by to see you soon. (He had us spread his ashes out at Halfway Rock!)
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