Fishing the surf can provide adventure, scenery

By Capt. Bill Watkins

It was the summer of 1966 and I had just graduated from high school. My dad had given me my first car, a 1954 Plymouth two door. The agreement was that I work at least part time to support my travels and start college in September. The open road beckoned and I had transportation. My friend and I had a going business mowing lawns and when we finished our weekly obligations we were off to the beach. During the day, we prowled the beach looking for fishing opportunities or pretty girls; whichever we found first. At night, we hung around the three fishing piers on the Bolivar Peninsula and fished. When the weather was calm we would stay as long as we could or until the wind came up and the fishing tanked.

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