I knew about his rule breaking persona before I started reading this book. I had not bothered to read any others because I knew all the pics were the same old stuff. I was a kid down the cape in the sixties and heard about these guys. In the 70's and 80's I used to see them fishing at night on the bar at Monamoy/North Beach/and what not. Never had made it out to the Race though. I used to surf most of the other places mentioined, but to us kids we had our own names for those places back then.
I did read with displeasure of the forging the day passes and the ridicule of the rangers who didn't know what they were looking at comments. Frank D. was a teacher and those rangers are mostly on vacation teachers themselves working a summer job if I remember correctly having known quite a few myself.
I distinctly remember a social difference between the North District rangers and lifeguards and the South District lifeguards and rangers, the later that I hung out with day and night. Rarely ever partied together, the single ones, anyways. Oh those parties.
I liked the catching part of the stories. Very interesting and many outright ways to catch bg for those who have no idea how. You just have to move beyond the selfishness and the gluttonly by an educated person (teacher) who had to know his hobby/work was helping eradicate a species, almost, to enjoy the book.
Flaptail we should have the stories of those other people written down somewhere, hint, hint..........
.
Hybrid Mode
