Rising before dawn, requires stamina and brawn. Gear-laden vehicles filled to the rims, a stop for fresh coffee, covered to the brim. A short trek to the Chincoteague dunes, always a site, hoping the sea will provide a tug and a bite. Portage of equipment across morning sands is quite a feat, strength is preferred but good for the weak. The pounding of the morning surf, bringing the tide to rise, each wave that laps the shore leaves a momentary surprise. Lines are prepared caste into the depths, stationary sentinels of mono-filament resting between reps. Sunrise and sea spray combine, to repeat a fishing tale older than time. A morning meal is prepared above the sand with gas and grill, the aroma is familiar, each sense it does reach, A meal fit for kings… Brats on the Beach! |
The Hunter’s Muse 