Most of the million visitors who crowd into Ocean City, Md., each summer go there to rest, and for them miniature golf counts as a strenuous sport. But Ocean City also lures a hardier type: the sport fisherman. Hotel phone operators spot him easily: he is the fel low who asks to be called at 5 a.m., and again at 5:30, "just to make sure." By 6:30, he has gobbled down break fast, swallowed a Dramamine pill, and scoured the sleeping town for a six-pack of cold beer. Half an hour later,...
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