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Bottoms Up to the Bottom-Fishing Hustle
George U. Packard
July 10, 1972
Axiom: a smart con man, even with a sure thing, never mixes martinis with the salt air on a summer's day at Sandy Neck. This is the tale of a chastened chap who will drink heartily to that
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July 10, 1972

Bottoms Up To The Bottom-fishing Hustle

Axiom: a smart con man, even with a sure thing, never mixes martinis with the salt air on a summer's day at Sandy Neck. This is the tale of a chastened chap who will drink heartily to that

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They all finished and we walked out, everyone clutching bags. On the way to the car I asked Mel what kind of stuff he bought and he said, "Oh, just some hooks and line and sinkers."

We all went home after we got back to Sandy Neck and I didn't see anybody for the rest of the day. I fixed up my rig with a single No. 7 flounder hook and what I thought would be about the right weight sinker. I tied the line so I could put on sinkers or take them off fast if I had to and I had an extra package of hooks. If a fish swallowed the hook I was just going to unsnap it and put on another and leave the hook in the fish. I thought that was a pretty smart idea and that you couldn't beat a fisherman with fast hands and a brain.

After supper I walked over to Bert's house to see what was going on. Bert was sitting in a chair reading the paper and there were three handlines lying on the table all neatly wound up. He looked up and saw me and laid the paper on top of the lines.

"You all rigged up?" I said.

"All set," he said.

"I've got some extra stuff if you need anything."

"I'm O.K.," he said.

I wandered over toward the table and started to reach for the newspaper. Bert got up quick and said, "Let's go over and see how Don's doing."

"O.K.," I said. "Maybe he needs some help."

Don was sitting in the kitchen with two Coleman lanterns going full blast. The light was so bright you had to wait before you could see. Then we looked at what he was doing. The top of the kitchen table was like the bottom of a maniac's tackle box. Every fishing device known to man was on that table and they were all tangled up. Don was sitting in the middle of it all with a martini in his hand.

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