the bow into the morning mists, I plane off and begin running down a track line on the GPS screen. Moonlight periodically breaks through the low clouds, sprinkling the surface of the bay with pearl-white beads. Given the season and wind direction, I know I’m likely to encounter flocks of redhead ducks, and I warn my passengers, “If you feel me slowing down and hear me say ‘I see a duck,’ duck is the key word.” Sometimes, the boat ride creates anxiety, when conditions don’t allow for clearly seeing what lies ahead. On this day, steady drizzle continually fogs up my glasses, so I stash them in my pocket. I keep moving my eyes from the GPS screen forward to the intended line of travel and back, working to stay in a safe lane, and also to monitor the water for any unexpected hazard. Several times, I see the flapping silver wings and dangling black feet of redheads as they scurry out of the scope of the Q-Beam. Luckily for us, they always take off at an angle to our path, so we don’t encounter them directly. As I like to say, “They don’t taste real good cooked, and they ain’t
The July 2016 issue of Texas Saltwater Fishing Magazine.