The Snook of Summer Norm Zeigler
      
     




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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