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Originally Posted by Got Stripers
My friend and I were outside Plymouth harbor just in front of the long jetty and big gators were pushing bunker and actually creating decent size waves you could almost surf. It was a great time to fish and a good thing I was pouring all the plastic those bastards could shred.
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The first time I went up there, early 80s, like maybe 1983, me and a couple of my Canal buddies, we scooped some dead pogies from the harbor side of the jetty into a bucket. We walked to where was a little space for 3 guys and chunked up a couple of the pogies. I grabbed a chunk, hooked it, made a cast, and was thumbing the spool until the sinker hit bottom---except there was no bottom. I said to one of the guys, "man, this water seems awfully deep." Guy replies, "Mike, it can't be more than 15 feet deep." I threw the free spool lever on my Squidder closed, and almost had the rod yanked out of my hands.
Like the song says, "don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got till it's gone" Same with the great bass fishing of the 1990s and early 2000s. There was always a cycle---bass died out, blues moved in. Old timers told me that it happened in the postwar era, then again in the early 1980s. But now the cycle seems broken, and who knows if it'll ever come back?
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