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All of these posts and no mention of the SS Snort or Keith's drive-in on the seawall where a carhop would bring you a frosty mug of Triple-XXX root beer? What about the College Inn on the beach about 150 yards west of the Bamboo Hut? And if memory serves me, the bait camp across from Tuffy's on the south jetty was Best's Bait Camp; it relocated to the south jetty when the Yacht Basin pushed it out in the 50's. And there was Rosie's down the jetty towards the lighthouse, and Nash's on the lagoon side, back near the seawall.
 
All of these posts and no mention of the SS Snort or Keith's drive-in on the seawall where a carhop would bring you a frosty mug of Triple-XXX root beer? What about the College Inn on the beach about 150 yards west of the Bamboo Hut? And if memory serves me, the bait camp across from Tuffy's on the south jetty was Best's Bait Camp; it relocated to the south jetty when the Yacht Basin pushed it out in the 50's. And there was Rosie's down the jetty towards the lighthouse, and Nash's on the lagoon side, back near the seawall.
FLASHBACKS? thanks.
 
Ok no one mentioned that big red barn leaving Galveston northbound. I think it was a beer joint and dance hall. I caint remember. It was on the mainland just where maybe the Wye is now. How about the house of repute just north of the causeway towards Virginia point ? Someone told me about it heh heh

Charlie
 
A few answers, I think:

Seawall drive-in with lighted tower was, "The Tower."

Seawall drive-in on 37th was Wayne's (Gaido).

Amusement park on 39th & Seawall was owned by Howard Robbins (Pleasure Pier, 61st St. Pier and 90th St. Pier. 61st St. Pier recently re-opened after Hurricane Ike, 90th St Pier still a pile of rubble).

Park benches under little gazebos were at Ft. Crockett Park. Recently removed by the city and replaced with urban cement stuff.

Names of black night clubs on the beach beyond western tip of seawall: Down Beat, Up Beat, In Between Beat.

Restaurant across from insurance company building: 1800's Interurban Queen. Used to be a casino. Enter through alley. Insurance company made it into a parking lot.

Bones found out west were Karankawa Indian. Moved to Texas A&M.

Rooster Collins' Bait Camp had one hell of a huge hippie party, featuring that girl who sang "Midnight at the Oasis:.

Club at Holiday Inn behind UTMB was Checkers (opened by Chubby Checkers). Now a vacant lot.

Virginia Point was good for floundering, but it was no virgin!
 
west end giant bondfires, golden shoe tequile drink off every year pass you out and they put you under the water tank to wake you up. trout fishing at pass before they put in toll bridge was fantastic. caught and sold plenty trout with rod and reel to make money for food and gas. big sharks ran guts at pass. fished out of 13 whaler had hammerheads swim by longer than boat. august surf fishing on good day one person could not pick up the stringer. spent every summer there for years. when kid grass in bay looked like poc 10 years ago
 
Rooster Collins used to run us off for wading behind the cabins on the land that he was squatting on!

San Luis Pass was a practice bombing range after WWII.

I remember walking through the old quarantine station that is now Pelican Island, and seeing all the old beds and clothes scattered everywhere.

Hippies living on the old concrete ship with their clothes lines and kids all over the deck.

Fifty cent admission to the snake pits in the big gun bunkers on what is now the seawall.

Rudy Griggar soaking dead bait on the South shoreline of what is now Bahia Azul.

Ol' Red sitting out in front of his store with his monkey in Jamaica Beach.

Wilsons, Waddells and the other bait camp were new.

Stop at the bait camp on 61st any time of the night and get live shrimp and leave the money in a coffee can, just like Jack Booths cabin in the middle of Bastrop.

Sea Arama

Whitecap would come in from SFA in Nacogdoches, pick us up in Sea Isle to fish the surf. We would ride in the trunk of his Beetle and run the beach till we found bait and birds!

I remember walking down to the marina from the house in Sea Isle before there were bulkheads.

All the trotlines along the shoreline of the bay baited with yellow or red pieces of plastic and left out till they rotted, when the tide dropped you could see dead fish hanging from them, and if you snagged one with your prop and the owner saw you...he was pizzed.

Remember seeing dead Karankawas on the side of the road with wagon tracks across their backs!

My dad and grandfather that drowned wade fishing West bay when I was very young. They're standing in the back yard in Sea Isle on the main canal looking out toward the bay. All caught on Mirrolures and spoons!
 

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Nobody has mentioned the Jet boat races in Offatt's,

And for yall BIRDWELL GUYS, what were they called , BIRDIE'S,

these are over 40 yrs old and still look like new, drug these out for my son last Summer, they ought to trigger some memories.

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harbor did you get shot with rock salt by the old man between sea isle and bay harbor. used to shoot at us when we would ride bikes by.
Nope...always went by water! :smile:

Only problem I ever had, besides Rooster, was with the old man that built the cabin on the point across from what is now the sewer treatment discharge just East of Terra Mar.

As I was floundering his dock on my way to Terra Mar he came out and started cussing me! Being a kid and all I just yessir'd and nosir'd him till he cooled off...then I gave him the only two flounder I had gigged so far!

After that, if I saw his truck in front of the house I would just wave my lantern a few times before I got to his place and he would come out and talk to me! :D
 

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Nobody has mentioned the Jet boat races in Offatt's,

And for yall BIRDWELL GUYS, what were they called , BIRDIE'S,

these are over 40 yrs old and still look like new, drug these out for my son last Summer, they ought to trigger some memories.

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look at lil marko. sweet! i remember the boat races. i had a fight there 1 year with what would turn out to be a friend of mine in the end. i must have been 12 or 13 years old. thanks for thr FLASHBACK, bigman
 
Earl???

My buddy Ken Kleas dad had a place in Bay Harbor. We duck hunted alot and one day decided to hunt out of Earl Galceran's blind out back about a half mile into the bay. With a bottle of whiskey we preceeded to kill some ducks and were having a fine time untill someone started shooting at us with a rifle from the shore. Ken figured it was Earl and sure enough when we got back, Earl was waiting for us. Chewed us out for not asking permission and we sassed back at him for shooting towards us. I'll let you guess who won that arguement. Earl really did rule the roost on the west end in the 60's. I also remember a black sherrifs deputy that patrolled west beach that was pretty cool. Stopped us one time and did'nt even make us pour out our beer. And then one time we were surfing in front of Jamaica beach. While me and Ken were surfing, Kens brother Bubba starts a fight with a bunch of Jamaica beach dudes and really messed up one guy. Before you know it theres about 35 guys surrounding Bubba. We go in to try to diffuse the situation and after an extremely intense 10 minutes of shouting threats and profanities we drove off. We were very lucky we did not get our ***'s stomped that day. Lot's of good memories down there in the late 60's.
 
Nobody has mentioned the Jet boat races in Offatt's,

And for yall BIRDWELL GUYS, what were they called , BIRDIE'S,

these are over 40 yrs old and still look like new, drug these out for my son last Summer, they ought to trigger some memories.

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Jet boat races in Offatt's? I remember them. My aunt still lives on Offatts. She's up in age. We stayed on Bayou Vista on Barracuda till I was around nine.
 
How about Andy's bait camp at the end of Anderson way, Just past Sportsman Rd.

It was 1978 and a freind and I were fishing there with r surfrods, anyway, I had a run and when it was all said and 2 hrs later, the Stingray went 135 lbs, That is what we were fishing for, anyway the funny part,

when I was trying to get it on the rocks an old man ran out and emptied a .22 rifle in the thing so We could handle it, about 2 minutes later about 6 or 8 kids come running down to see what was going on, they were probably from 5-8 yrs old, They were all smoking cigarettes,

Come to find out the man that shot my ray for me was Steamboat Flemming, and the kids were with him,

Did anyone know this guy, I heard he was some Bad to the bone guy back in the day.
 
lived in birdwells all summer. would dry in no time. everyone had "beach car" that we used to run beach looking for fish. old station wagons were great. just throw fish and rods in the back. watch commercial boys put out seine in gulf and bring in loads of fish. several times we were in fish and they just circled us. real ars holes.
 
I remember my dad driving us down to SLP to fish before the Vacik bridge was built and sometimes he would drive down to it from the freeport side, very few people and 2 legged rats to contend with!
 
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