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How did discussion of a death-defying struggle move to talk of chicken as bait? Many men went fishing this year on Father's Day. It's the one day of the year when criticism of such activities is illegal. At a quiet spot up the BroadkiU River, away from a mob of boats kept inside Roosevelt Inlet by a stiff northwest wind stinking up the waves of Delaware Bay, two of us fished a narrow section of water. Bounded on the south by the Great Marsh and on the northby Beach Plum Island, we anchored on the "marsla side of the rioter in about six feet of water. We fished the outgoing tide, watched herons working the edges, and let moving shadows pull our eyes to ospreys flying in the blue above carrying glistening fish securely in their ra- zor-sharp talons. One line, baited with a fatmin- now striped with black and yel- low, bent under the weight of a 17 inch flounder that later produced thick filets from top and bottom. Fifteen minutes later, the bounty of the Broadkill yielded again when another flounder swallowed a four inch strip of fresh squid, hooked itself securely and came aboard to join us on the boai. On Tuesday morning, standing amidst the overflowing cardboard boxes, piles of laundered red work aprons, and delivery men and em- ployees processing food for the shelves of Lloyd's IGA in :the back room, I bragged about the Broadkill flounder. There's a plaque on the wall back tfiere that attests to Lloyd's fishing ability, especially inthe freshwater arena. I knew there would be a good audience for a fishing story but had no idea where this conversa- tion would eventually take me, "Yep," I said, my foot propped casually on a brown carton full of grocery circulars, "I had a top and bottom rig baited up with a fat minnow on the bottom hook and a strip of squid on the top hook. Suddenly I saw the rod bend over with the weight of a fish that judg- ing by the fight that ensued I knew must have been of demonic pro- portions." (Flounder of course don't usual- ly put up much of a fight but I - hadWt yet announced what kind of fish was on.) The audience listened with keen interest as I discussed the reeling in of the leviathon hooked up at the other end: how we struggled against the tide, one of us with the net, the other with the rod, barely able to converse above the howl- ing of the ruthless northwest wind to coordinate our conquest, never knowing what great adversity might arise from the Great Marsh - what creature, what horde of swarming, lethal insects - to fur- ther thwart our efforts. "And then," I said, allowing my voice to grow softer to bring the audience nearer, "our quarry came close enough to the surface for us to catch our first glimpse. Our eyes popped..." and I paused to" add further drama. BAREFOOTIN' Dennis Forney I looked up to Dottle Purcell, Lloyd's wife, sitting just inside the small, back office. I knew she was dying to know. When I paused at t.he very height of the story, she couldn't hold back. "What kind-of bait did you say you were using?" Bait, I thought? Here I am spin- ning a tale of high drama on the dangerous waters of the Broadkill, a tale of man against fish, a tale whose essence reaches within the human struggle for survival and reveals the shining light at the end of the tunnel leading to ultimate understanding of the true meaning of the universe, and Dottle wants to confirm what bait I was using? My foot shifted on the carton of circulars and my eyes moved,for a brief moment to a row of cereal boxes, loud wittt color, destined for aisle two. I swallowed for a moment and answered Dottie's question. "Minnow on one hook and squid on the other." "Had to be a flounder," said an- other who was Iistening. "That's all they're catching up the Broad- kill." My mind raced now like a party balloon darting through the air as it blbws out all its air. Didn't know what to say to recapture the suspense. "You mean you weren't using chicken?" asked Dottle. (How, I thought, did we get from a fight-to-the-death struggle with a flounder to a discussion of chicken as fish bait?) "ChickenT' I said. "What kind of fish bait is chicken? You've got to fish with squid and min- nows. That's fishing." "They're coming in here all the time now buying fresh chicken for fish bait," said Dottle. "I saw it myself our at the fishing pier. Saw people with Lloyd's IGA plastic bags filled with chicken and they were catching flounder." Feeling the blood starting to flow down from my head, leaving a light feeling where there should have been a sense of Some kind of brain, I moved my foot off the cir- culars and sat on them to regain my composure. "Where did this whole notion of using chicken for fish bait ge t started?" I mumbled. 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