As a young man growing up in Southwest Florida in the ‘80s, I learned quickly that mullet are one of our states most precious commodities. For five winters in a row, I worked at a fish house (either Bells or Sigma) in Cortez Village as a butt-pincher and cutter to make my gas money.
Truthfully, I was there more for the fun and games, seeing as a few of my buddies also worked out there with me — but the fishermen who were bringing in their hauls of mullet where dead serious, and so they should have been. Back then, the winter mullet season would either make or break a commercial fisherman. Most of their yearly income came from mullet roe season, which basically runs from mid-November through early January.
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