The Snook of Summer
The trail meanders over the seaward-most harrier dune
and we pause to take in the vista: ahead the far blue
horizon and stretching left and right the broad expanse
of beach, the river of sand and shells that shifts
and moves with storms and winds. Conditions are perfect.
We know why they are there. We have waited patiently,
counting the months, but now we hurry to rig up rods and
leaders and begin the hunt for one of the grandest
fish to catch on a fly. The snook of summer have arrived.
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