Water Pollution Mississippi

During summers growing up here in the 1940s, my brother Ken and I would get up before daybreak, go to the old Campgrounds pier near our house and paddle a skiff out about 200 yards into the Gulf of Mexico. We would anchor over an oyster bed, fish several hours and return with scores of trout. Or we would take a couple of nets out on the pier, bait them with pieces of chicken or red meat, and catch a bushel basket of crabs by noon.

During summers growing up here in the 1940s, my brother Ken and I would get up before daybreak, go to the old Campgrounds pier near our house and paddle a skiff out about 200 yards into the Gulf of Mexico. We would anchor over an oyster bed, fish several hours and return with scores of trout. Or we would take a couple of nets out on the pier, bait them with pieces of chicken or red meat, and catch a bushel basket of crabs by noon.