The Water
by GC SMITH
Three hundred and seventy feet of walkway takes me to the peirhead and the ramp to the floating dock where my Whaler 21 bobs in the brine. I toss the cooler in the boat and crank the engine. Today it's spot tail bass tailing in the flats. Another day sea trout, or flounder, or wahoo, even grouper and marlin if one goes all the way out to the stream. Tossing the cast net can bring a bucket load of shrimp for the table. Or it could-might be baiting crab pots, waiting, then pulling blue crabs for the steamer. It's my daily Lowcountry way of life, always capped, of course, with a cold one or three.
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