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My Dad started me on fishing. We did not have many chances to go but when I was real young my parents had a place in Buzzards Bay on a pond. My Dad would usually take me jetty fishing for blues. We'd look for the schools of mackerel and try to snag them and if we'd see the water boiling we'd throw towards the blitzing blues. Never had much luck. But the pond we lived at held some nice large mouth bass and I'd stroll the shoreline almost every night at dusk just walking and casting and had a lot of success. Always catch and release....just how I always was.
Then life got busy. High school and dating and other interests. Then married and started a family ( 4 kids ) and a business and just stopped fishing. ( By the way I am going to be a grandfather for the first time....boy do I feel old ). I just started having some time to myself now and I decided to get into striper fishing. Never, ever did fish for stripers before. Met a couple guys who taught me how to catch and I am absolutely hooked. I fish from the surf...love the reefs and rocks. I've always loved storms and the night and so when I show up at 2 am to a spot in the dark of the night and get out of my truck and hear the surf pounding the shore...well to me that is invigorating and exciting. These guys taught me about using plugs and I just love it. It's a great game to try to get a striper to hit your fake food with hooks.
Anyways, I asked my Dad why he took me for blues and not stripers. He confided in me that he used to fish for stripers all the time. Last one he caught he was 12 years old. After a few years of getting skunked he started going for blues instead. So now my goal is to put him on to a striper. We had no luck this year although he was only physically able to go a few times. But next year I'll get him hooked up.
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