It has been said that finding a fishing partner is harder than finding a wife. The Man with the Hat knew this; he had his way of doing things in the boat--every fisherman does--exactly where you place the knife, the rod, the gaff, etc. Having someone else in the boat,...
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Naked Somnambulist Some years ago, early in the season, the work day had come to an end. The day’s haul of fish was vac-packed, checked and boxed; the kitchen was all done, floors washed, etc. For the remaining crew, it was time to put their feet up. Time to relax...
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It came to pass that the 9th year of coming to Ole’s for the Cromartis and Joneses was a good year, a good year by any measure. That year a radio call came the Hakai Ranger, (as the Man with the Hat was known in those days. He had been...
Category: Tales of the Pass
Drifting in the water and in his mind he seemed an observer of himself, looking down from above on the blackness of the water, reflections of the night sky still visible through recent cloud cover glittering and disappearing and reappearing. The two rectangular reflective patches on his shoulders were still...
Category: Tales of the Pass
