Curations from the Human Jungle
[It's January. The high-pressure dome has descended to dominate the continental U.S. Here in Vermont it's brilliantly frigid. If the power goes out, it becomes instantly life-threatening. And me? I'm reveling in summer, living by the ocean, putting my life together and trying to catch a fish. SB SM] This next section will benefit from... Continue Reading →
Low tide is at 7:14 a.m. Artie is on the flats at 6. He fishes a little, but mostly he watches. Twenty minutes after the tide change, he notices the same tailing activity. Photo by Quang Nguyen Vinh on Pexels.com “Now, don’t spook ‘em” Sandy Beach whispers in his ear. “Pay attention to the wind... Continue Reading →