Was a time prob back in the early 90s when I was a kid, late July august. My family and I would be down at the square in OOB. My parents would take us to the end of the pier to look out over the ocean. There were many a times when my dad saw busting schools of bluefish chasing pogies along the shore. We’d race home to our cottage on OOB so he could intercept those bluefish, throw his Big Mac plugs out from shore and catch as many fish til his arms couldn’t take it anymore. Those were the days. I was never old enough to experience those bluefish for myself but those memories of my father n grandfather catching fish off the beach will never be forgotten.