In the spring of 1990 I brought my son on his first trip out there he was 5. When we walked in the door the sights and smells of Nelson’s,a place he had herd his uncles and grandfathers and dad talk so much about , his face was lit up like Xmas morn. In awe he could only stare and watch in amazement as eels were being counted,reels were being loaded and the chatter of some pretty tuff dudes getting the last few things ready for a few days of hardcore beach fishing filled his ears. Same thing my grandfather and dad did for me in 1964. I remember my first time,intimidated and a bit scared but by that fall I was as excited to go in that shop as I was for that beach. As I write this tears run. I’m older more mellow and a lot softer I guess I get sad easy now. That place was special as were those years. It ain’t the same out there.