Does everyone remember thier first day at the "ditch"

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Well over 30 years ago my father, a few uncles and I would hit the Scusset Pier for (what was then considered KING mackerel), much larger than the sizes I see come out of there today...(including boat caught), I remember breaking a K-Mart special rod using a home-made Xmas tree and not leaving an empty hook behind ..with apparently strong enough line that the rod would break before the line

Also remember walking back off that jetty with loads of mackerel and seeing the Bass-boyz bragging about their moo-cows lying on the sand while they were waist deep in the rip...I was a chunker at heart, and soon started chunking the ditch in the wee hours several years later, back when shot-gunning a few warm beers at the end of the long walk to the tip of the jetty started what was normally a long laugh-filled night......Got spooled by a slow and steady school-bus off that jetty too,,, back in the late 80's, never forget that night. What ever it was, just wasn't stopping (figuring now, it must have been a large shark...she just kept on swimming, no head-shakes no runs...like she couldn't even feel my hook. ...I've met women like that too, so humility is nothing new to me......also miss the herring, just not the work involved.