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If I showed some people where we used to catch blues, when they were marauding schools of pogies back in the 1980s, they wouldn't believe me. They went up the Agawam almost to the Elks. The Weweantic at the Rte. 6 bridge. Pocasset and Back Rivers in Bourne.
You couldn't get away from the yellow eyed bastages in the Canal---any time of day, and tide. The breakwater in Plymouth Harbor. You could get all of the dead pogies you wanted for bait on the harbor side. Go out on the jetty cut a chuck, cast, and you'd have a blue on before your sinker hit bottom. It defined stupid fishing.
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