Back then St. Patty's day was the unofficial start to the Flounder season, so we would run out to the Hampton's, go to Oscars rent the skiff, have him put on the 18 hp which he would only rent to me, (that's a long story) then head out to Heady Creek for those nice big fat Flounders. Sometimes getting past the Shinnecock Inlet was a problem. There were too many times I had to pull the boat into the creek due to the tide, but once we anchored, tied on our spreaders, put on the blood worms and chummed with corn, it was 2-3 hours of pure fun, until the tide changed.
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OLD FISHERMAN NEVER DIE, WE JUST SMELL THAT WAY
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