28/08/2024
In my misspent youth, I was part of a group of twenty-five or thirty kids of various ages who grew up on Anglin’s Pier where Commercial Boulevard T-bones Lauderdale by the Sea. We were a tribe, a bunch of ragtag kids without a pot to p**s in, with little or no parental control. Some grew up fishing, some surfed, and then others, like myself, did both. Of course, we fished, but when the winter swells rolled in from the northeast, we surfed the morning glass – then chased fish on the incoming tides in the afternoon.
Honestly, the surfing off Fort Lauderdale wasn’t exactly Waimea Bay. Not until I was in junior high school did I discover that size and quantity of the waves didn’t much matter because it was much easier to meet girls walking down the beach with a surfboard tucked under your arm than it was to meet girls carrying an armload of fishing rods down the pier. Surfers were cool, and in 1969 almost everybody listened to the Beach Boys.
You can purchase a signed copy of South Florida's Fishing Paradise and A Tale Of Three Fish, and I will cover the shipping costs to any location within the United States.