I did not fish the tarpon migration this year. Nor did I give chase to hefty spring time redfish wallowing in a meadow of turtle grass or pot-bellied snook foraging before […]
The End Dread ocean. Nerved entire, with the infinite vermiculate entwine of contradictory water. Elemental blues that rise. Fall. Run. Steer the tide beating across Shag Lump. Feel the restless […]
