Feeding a Fish

The sun was just beginning to break the horizon as we left the ramp. Ripples from the light southeast wind played with the rays of light and caused a shimmer on the water directly in front of us. Running on our heading was easy. The GPS numbers we had dialed in were directly in the middle of the orange ball now making it’s way above the line between a dark blue sea and a hazy gray sky. The ride became smoother as we moved away from the near shore chop and got into the longer ground swell generated waves... Read more...