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My father got me into fishing at an early age. He used to take my older brother, my younger brother and myself fishing different places like Whitman pond in Weymouth where we grew up fishing from shore and in the winter from the ice. I also remember fishing in his wooden Hiliner boat for flounder one after another someplace in Quincy or Boston Harbor. Around 1969 I was 8 and we lived near the Weymouth resevoir and my older brother and I and friends would get our rods and some worms and spend all day fishing the pond and having a blast. Those days it was endless summers.
He also took us to a place we called pickeral pond, it's all we caught.
Later in life my older brother got me back into fishing and we'd trout fish all the time, then he began salt water fishing so I got interested in that since I had a chance to get something much larger than a trout.
Once I started buying plugs instead of bait, it was all over for me, I was hooked on striper fishing and still love it to this day.
Thanks Dad
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