I was all of five years old in 1956, fished with my old man off the old wood pier (long gone) off the west side of Castle Island, before the sugar bowl was built.
It was cold and drizzling, probably a Saturday in late April or early May.
After jumping over the broken boards and open holes (scary memories of that), and side stepping all of the brown quart bottles of PBR next to most of the fishermen, I was given a hand line and caught a dinky flounder on sea worms.
It took a few more years before I could get my own brown bottle.
Threaded Mode