“HEY, I NEED ANOTHER PIN. THEY’RE HERE. I JUST LOST MY BAIT,” Sam whispered across the 22-foot skiff.
A hushed but audible, “I got you,” replied Alex, who stopped rigging the second rod, reached into the live well, snatched a pinfish and carried it to the bow. The baitfish was carefully transferred from one cut-up pair of hands to another, given a nice piercing through the nose with a 4/0 circle hook, and pitched under the dock to hopefully become what the two teenagers referred to as “snook candy.”
Alex and Sam couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t best friends. They rode
