Long Shots
Dec 31, 2019
3 minutes
By William Sisson
Another season was winding down, and a west wind found me at the top of the dunes, bathed in a chilly golden light. Winter mooring stakes dotted the harbor, and every last boat had been pulled. Nighty-night.
I had come for the light and for the clear, sharp sky and the possibility of a fish — that was enough at this late stage of the season. My plan was to fish a handmade wooden plug until dark, maybe later if there were fish around. The one-of-a-kind lure was carved from
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