muscamoot bay

The GOD D*MN Bay

Moonlight casts the longest shadows. Two silhouettes. A man. And his dog. Me? Furious. Sweaty. Plodding down the street in 1,000 lb waders. The dog? Happy. Go-lucky. Pissing in flower beds. Trying to lighten the mood. We weren’t really lost. I’ve hunted the bay enough to know exactly where we were. That said. We weren’t … Continue reading →