The only fish reports you looked at was the chalk board at the landing cause you always caught enough to not worry what happened the trip / day before and were going anyways. Or the pile of carcasses in your neighbors trash can prompted a trip. You got a colored cloths pin for rotation to thwart stern hogs on the day boats. Everyone had a beer on the rail in front of them and tangles often got solved with the cherry of a smoke hanging out of a guys mouth Sacks of the 3 B's and rockfish were a guarantee within minutes of any harbor and average size was 2 to 3 times what it is now. Every reel was red or black Getting limits of WSB in February on the TJ Flats was a break from filling sacks of reds and cowcod in just a few drops outside the islands. A paddy was what you told the cook to put cheese on. The Viva Hoochy Toad was the only plastic swimbait. Sears sneakers were our Xtratuffs. You better know how to cast a two eyes and a wiggle chovy. Springtime Yellows at the Nado;s, Sand bass in the IB flats, Sculpin at the rockpile were thicker then the bait in the receivers. You had to throw your rig in on big yellowfin down south. One or two rods and a pocket full of hooks and rubbercores was enough for most trips. Albacore trips leaving at 11pm and home by 11am. Fishing 12# test for the finicky bluefin at the nado's. Limits of sheephead, rock scallops, big red and pink abs in a few hours diving the kelp. The spotfin croaker run off Fiesta Island was an annual social event. You could outfit yourself and fish every week on paper route money. Secret spot numbers were a compass heading at X knots for X time. A scoop of bait was a scoop. Sunscreen was just the peeling skin from the trip before Sportsman's seafood trade was 2# whole albacore or bonito to each can and no money. When cans were'nt cat food size. We hung out at the tackle store, landing, launch ramp, fish buddies garage etc. and interacted face to face more then on the puter You had to jump on the boat from the IB pier ladder. You could remember all the fishing regs in your head It took a 30 lb tail, 12 lb boney, 8 lb calico or a 12 lb cuda to turn a head. Eating raw fish is only something you did drunk or having lost a bet. Lizardfish did'nt exist. What else ya old fucks remember.