re: Surf fishing GI

Vette, No chance we leave anything behind, our crew always keeps it clean.

I can distinctly remember a few things from my youth on the Island:
- picking up tar balls and gafftop catfish skeletons along the beach.
- catching hundreds of specs (any size, before creel and size limits) and white trout
- catching a flounder or two every fishing trip
- Daddy’s Money
- the restaurant just across the bridge that was written up in Southern living
- catching as many crabs as one wanted in the surf on a trot line tied off to cinder blocks, suspended by milk jugs featuring a dozen or so turkey neck strings
- walking out on the beachside jetties; fishing and crabbing from them
- pulling our own shrimp/crab net seine in the surf (looked like a tennis court net)
- many more

Grandpa’s camp was on Smith Street, still there holding up well. He bought it in the early 80s. We once literally took 10 days leave from Okinawa Japan to Grand Isle for summer vacation.