The thinnest slivers of early-morning light glisten across the water as we come off plane and settle into the slow, rolling groundswell 100 feet off the beach. We scan the surf intensely, looking for the telltale shadows of migrating mullet.
A sea of tails and scales abruptly breaks the silence as thousands of mullet explode out of the water. These shoals of fish are doomed. An avian attack force feasts from above while the melee beneath
