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Once the weather broke, we engaged in one of our other favorite pastimes, fishing. Sometimes we would go down to the harbor and fish for little snapper blues, but our real passion was fishing for Blues and Stripers (Blue Fish & Stripped Bass). Steve was quite the fisherman and taught me much about the sport. We would make up lures out of steel leaders and surgical tubing, then go down to the water in front of the Lighthouse and cast out into Plum Gut. It was incredible. We could pull-in twenty pounders right from shore. Needless to say, the other half of our freezer was filled with fish fillets. |
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As weeks turned into months, I slowly became a seasoned Lighthouse Keeper. I found a piece of that adventure and accomplishment I was yearning for, in the place I least expected to, a Lighthouse. Knowing that all good things do come to an end, I received my orders for Damage Controlman School in the late fall of 1977. The sadness of leaving my new friends and new home was magnified by knowing that the Lighthouse would be abandoned and replaced by an automatic beacon shortly after my departure. A long chapter in American history was coming to an end and I was so very fortunate to have been able to touch a piece of it. I hope by reading this, you too, can have some understanding of what it was like to be Coast Guard Lighthouse Keeper on Plum Island |
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