Interesting article.
I grew up fishing the beachfront between Sabine Pass and Gilchrist in the 50's and 60's. Let me clarify fishing.
My Granny and Great Aunt made a 250 ft. seine with a shrimp pocket in the 50's. A few times a year, when the beachfront got right, the whole family and friends would load up and head to the beach. There might be 15-25 folks on a trip.
We would make drags and load up ice chest with everything that we caught except turdhead catfish. I can recall many huge specs and reds coming out of the water trying to escape that seine.
It was fun when I was too little to drag the seine. As my brothers and I grew up it turned into hard work. We would drag that seine all day, get home then have to clean several ice chest full of fish and crabs then clean the seine and cars. Back then it was truly subsistence fishing. Everyone would go home with fish and shrimp. We usually had a big fish fry on Sundays.
It got to where when the family would say we're going seining this weekend we would try anything to get out of it. When we were tall enough we would get stuck dragging on the deep end. It was hard work.
My brothers and I were relieved when the state changed the regulations and no longer allowed seining the beachfront. I think the law changed in the early 70's. Looking back now, I realize seining was not good for the fishery.
Made lots of memories on that beach.
I grew up fishing the beachfront between Sabine Pass and Gilchrist in the 50's and 60's. Let me clarify fishing.
My Granny and Great Aunt made a 250 ft. seine with a shrimp pocket in the 50's. A few times a year, when the beachfront got right, the whole family and friends would load up and head to the beach. There might be 15-25 folks on a trip.
We would make drags and load up ice chest with everything that we caught except turdhead catfish. I can recall many huge specs and reds coming out of the water trying to escape that seine.
It was fun when I was too little to drag the seine. As my brothers and I grew up it turned into hard work. We would drag that seine all day, get home then have to clean several ice chest full of fish and crabs then clean the seine and cars. Back then it was truly subsistence fishing. Everyone would go home with fish and shrimp. We usually had a big fish fry on Sundays.
It got to where when the family would say we're going seining this weekend we would try anything to get out of it. When we were tall enough we would get stuck dragging on the deep end. It was hard work.
My brothers and I were relieved when the state changed the regulations and no longer allowed seining the beachfront. I think the law changed in the early 70's. Looking back now, I realize seining was not good for the fishery.
Made lots of memories on that beach.
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