Growing up the parents took us to Cherrystone Campground in Virginia near the mouth of the Chesapeake to camp as our summer vacation. We would motor down to the Chesapeake bay bridge tunnel and run bottom rigs up the tunnel, you would obviously feel it, then it would fall on the far side. At the time my grandfather was alive. Pop Pop slayed em, as did we all. It wasn’t fishing it was catching.
I immediately thought of that when I saw the OP thread topic.
