Crazy Good
It’s a raw, cold October morning off North Carolina’s Barden Inlet. A shrimp trawler steams south with about 10,000 seabirds in tow. A layer of thick, gray clouds hangs low in the sky. A bone-chilling westerly stirs up steep, foam-capped waves.
Anyone with even a smidgen of common sense is still in bed.
Not us.
High on the afterglow of the previous day’s false albacore fishing, my friends Hugh, Kendall and I want to get in a few hours of fishing before the real blow fills in. Hugh weaves us through the confused inlet chop while Kendall and I hold shut the hoods on our foulies.
We’re making about 20 knots through the slop when we discover other crazies. At least 15 other boats line up behind the trawler like it’s a Chick-fil-A drive-through. Mates pitch bycatch overboard. Dozens of sharks and false albacore slice
