I never believed in handing out snow jobs, altho many of my old crew did. I figured I'd get less grief in the long run by not saying anything than by sending people on a wild goose chase. At least I acted that way with the regulars. Pilgrims, well, yeah, I will admit to screwing with them a little
Years ago, some of my crew hit some nice fish (35 up to 50) at the opening to Edgartown Pond. The late Clyde the Guide was pushing them hard to get them to tell where those fish came from. They told him Pogue Light on eels
Sometimes you could tell people the truth and they wouldn't believe you. I stumbled over a pile of fish from mid-20s to low 40s bucktailing Wasque late at night. I kept one 38# for the table (we had about 15 of us staying at the campground), and even my best friends didn't believe me when I told them it came from Wasque
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