1970s - Flounder

Jim, Esther Mary and Dick and lots of flounder

My sister, Mary, and her husband Dick lived in Quincy near the ocean.  My first husband, Jim, and I would go to visit them and we would go fishing for flounder.  We both had inflatable rafts that we would put on top of our cars and with our hands out of the car windows we'd hold onto the rafts' rope to keep the rafts from blowing off!  We only had a short distance to go, but it wasn't easy holding on with the rope cutting into our hands. 
On this day the fishing was very good and as we caught the flounder we put the fish on a stringer tied to the outside of the raft.  Unfortunately, either Jim or I didn't tie our stringer very well and we lost it in the ocean.  Dick and Mary were kind enough to let us put our catch onto their stringer.  It seemed like a good idea at the time, but when it was time to come in, the fish weighed too much.  Dick and Mary couldn't paddle in as the fish were too heavy, so they had to put the stringer into the raft right on top of their legs - ICK!
We went back to their apartment and got busy filleting our catch and wrapping it up for the freezer.  After all of that filleting, none of us had an appetite to eat flounder that night - so we froze all the fillets and enjoyed them on many a night after that.