~71-72, the stepmom of a neighbor kid would haul us down to the pier.I have a few bait coupons left from the mid-late 70's, they remind me of being dropped off to fish the pier or taking ride out to the barge. When I was done, I would drop a dime in the pay phone and my mom would pick me up at the base of the pier. Different times.
She was the one taught me how to fish a slider rig.
She took us out for my first time on the barge.
I start tying on a weight for slider fishing and she s'plained to me we don't fish sliders on the barge. That's when I learned about flylining.
Only took a couple trips to learn the ropes before I was ready to solo.
Mom would drop me off at the pier in the morning, with a sack lunch and a dime.
Did the barge a couple times, then I wanted to go on a boat... Enterprise, I think? $5.00 for all day.
Anyway, mom wasn't comfortable with me going alone so she bought a ticket too. Mom got so seasick that trip she never volunteered to accompany me again.
After that, she'd drop me off with $5 for the ticket, a sack lunch, (sometimes a buck for the jackpot*), and a dime.
I'd catch a sack of rock fish, drag it to the cleaning station to fillet them, then hoof it to the pay phone.
We had an arrangement on the phone call. I'd call, let it ring once, then hang up. That would be the signal to come get me and I'd get the dime back for next time. Never occurred to me what if she didn't hear the ring... she never missed it.
* The times I got a buck for jackpot, mom insisted I'd have to split my winnings with her if I won. I'm sure I agreed to the terms at the time.
Only time I recall winning, I pulled out the wad of ones on the car ride home and showed her. She said where's my cut?
What? I don't recall ever agreeing to that!