tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700192481160437156.post4384854229767140769..comments2024-03-29T02:17:47.162-05:00Comments on Uptown Chicago History: The Horseshoe Pier "JUMBOOOOOOOO"Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700192481160437156.post-51737583789063971832022-08-12T16:52:11.404-05:002022-08-12T16:52:11.404-05:00I'll never forget in 1963 when my dad took my ...I'll never forget in 1963 when my dad took my friend, Bob and I trolly fishing on the horseshoe for the first time<br /> We were 13 and got down there at first light. Dad had his own rig with a long rope with a six pronged sort of grappling hook on it. When we were all set up he had us stand back while he slung the rope and hook around over his head letting out the rope more and more until he finally let it fly.<br /><br />It was a mighty toss, and would have been most impressive if he had tied the end of the rope to the pier. Oops! All he could do was shake his head a d shrug his shoulders. "Well thats that, let’s go get breakfast." He said.<br /><br />I'll have to admit the bacon, eggs and hash browns he bought us at the diner at Lincoln, Damen and Irving Park was pretty good.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700192481160437156.post-79510461922183779792014-06-05T19:49:21.858-05:002014-06-05T19:49:21.858-05:00My friends and I. Trolley fished on the pier in th...My friends and I. Trolley fished on the pier in the early 50ties. My mother let me take her shopping cart filled with our equipment. We took the cart onto the first northwest highway bus in the morning (318 am) from the end of the line in edison park. There was a transfer to the Clark street green hornet street car and finally a long walk to the pier. We usually threw our anchors out for ourselves, but there were a few older guys who could really throw them far and we often got their help. Getting the cart on the bus and streetcar was always difficult but coming home with a stringer of perch during rush hour was always an especially interesting experience, One Saturday morning in June of 1954 we cancelled a plan trip at the last minute because of the forecast of thunderstorms. Six hours later around 9am the famous siech swept several people off a smaller pier on mount rose harbor to their deaths. I don't know if there were any casualties from the big pier.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15695831580618115056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700192481160437156.post-76604160851321162042011-06-19T14:23:15.234-05:002011-06-19T14:23:15.234-05:00Oh one more thing, If memory servses me correctly ...Oh one more thing, If memory servses me correctly nets were used for the smelt.<br />Alold guyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09290788206338778145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-700192481160437156.post-14129165224094548012011-06-16T20:41:38.017-05:002011-06-16T20:41:38.017-05:00Oh man that really brings back memories, I never t...Oh man that really brings back memories, I never trolly fished but my grandfather used to take me down to the rocks when I was a kid and watch the guys fish. I also remember when the smelt were running.<br />It was a big deal and a lot of people would set up tents and have grills going.<br />when I was about 5 years old some of my aunts and uncles dicided to make a party of it and had all us kids come down and join in on the cookout and what a treat. The fish were cooking 15 minutes after being caught. that would have been in the mid fifies.<br />Alold guyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09290788206338778145noreply@blogger.com