The boat was slicing through choppy waves many miles out to sea when the cry went out and fingers pointed the captain toward a patch of blue water, boiling with gray froth. It was a pogie ball, a ...
A pair of blue-winged teal buzzed past the tuna tower like a Top Gun flyby, their wings whistling softly in the pre-dawn light. Sunrise was still 30 minutes away as we idled past the golden marshes of ...