Symon
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Joined: 11/24/2012 From: De Eye-lands, Mon Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: RevRick Just to the south of Stuart was a sleepy little town named Salerno.. and a place called the Fish'n'hole. Dad and I used to put in there after driving from the farming area around Lake Okeechobee, and then try to work our way out St. Lucie Inlet. Camped in Sand Sprit, pulled out at 7:00 to hit the flats just inside the north cut of the inlet and try to catch snook. Went outside and stayed out until we could barely see the dock - tied up, cleaned fish while Mama started the cook pit and made cole slaw, and had fresh whatever it was. Now, folks. It just don't get any better than that! They're both gone, boats gone, the park (I think) is gone, and I couldn't find hide nor hair of the Fish'n'hole last time I was down there. And I am 400 miles away with a lot of salt water tackle that would catch the other shore of most fishing holes around here. Oy! God love you, Rev. Long time ago and in a place far away, I used to work for Harris, Govt Systems, in Melbourne, FL. Lived on South Tropical Trail; not down by the dragon, but just 2 houses above the Merrritt Isl bridge. Dick Tillman was 2 houses up, and Mike Huck was just 2 more beyond. Paul Wager (Mr Lindenberg 28) was 4 houses down from the bridge towards the dragon. Them was the days. The Indian River, back then, was a hotbed of hot-rod boat racing, and when we were done, we would wander on down south and congregate at the various watering holes. Met a lot of fishers and other folk. Had fun, learned a lot. Different now. Need an American Express Gold card to even get the attention of a valet. Oh well! Life does not follow a predictable path. But there's still places you and I can go, that are fun, without the #*$$@^& nonsense. Nice to know you are a real waterman. My respects. JWE
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