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Back in the early to mid 70's my Dad, uncle and I used to go to my uncles parents cottage on PI in April and fish at night with clams, we always did really well, nothing over say 20" or so but we usually filled at least a tote or so to drag back to the house. I used to have a blast, later in the 70's and early 80's when I had my driver license I used to go a few times with my friends, but it seemed to tail off until it just wasn't worth the trip anymore.
Most things never seem to change for the better.
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