EDGE OF THE WORLD
Jul 09, 2019
4 minutes
STORY BY PEG MISKIN
PHOTOS BY JESSICA HAYDAHL-RICHARDSON
I caught the movement from the corner of my eye, visible just above the water. A good-sized fish was tailing. “Trigger,” my guide and I said at the same time. I crept sideways, foot crossing over foot, deliberate yet soft in each step, bent over so as to not be seen, stalking with eyes never leaving the target. Water lapped at my waist as I moved closer to the deep drop along the edge of the flats.
Taking a long, slow breath in and out, I cast 40 feet to the fish, intent on connecting. Stripping by inches, I let the
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