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Saltmarshin'


A canoe, a shotgun, a few shotgun shells.  Saltwater and the salty smell of the sea. What else do you need?

A few salt ducks, maybe a few oysters and crab cakes aren't too bad either . . .




The Carolina salt marsh.  I love it.








 The fisherman's breakfast . . . orange juice and beer, with a fried egg and crab cake.








Flushing fish ducks from the salt marsh like a covey of quail from the edge of a field . . . though not exactly as difficult to shoot.








Rich is not baying after what you can't have. Rich is having the time to do what you want to do. Rich is a little whiskey to drink and some food to eat and a roof over your head and a fish pole and a boat and a gun and a dollar for a box of shells. Rich is not owing any money to anybody, and not spending what you haven't got.

-Robert Ruark's "The Old Man and the Boy"

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