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<\/a><\/p>\nHunter Moon Sets Over Great Island<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Temperatures dipped into the low forties with a stiff westerly breeze rolling white caps up the channel against the ebbing tide.\u00c2\u00a0 Atlantic sauries sailed the incoming waves, dancing over the rip like salmon climbing up-river to spawn.\u00c2\u00a0 Stripers chased sauries to the rip line, then sea gulls took up the game.\u00c2\u00a0 Like Australian rugby, they scrummed the “ball” and wrestled for control as fish would drop for an instant’s freedom, only to be scooped by another player to begin the cycle once more.\u00c2\u00a0 A lucky saury was dropped in a deep pocket and escaped, but the sorry ones [I apologize; I couldn’t resist] fell in shallows and became breakfast kippers.<\/p>\n Don Lewis, the Turtle Guy<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n While the water was clear over the rip, in the pre-dawn darkness I could only see through the narrow beam of my headlamp.\u00c2\u00a0 So, capturing a terrapin would require luck beyond skill.\u00c2\u00a0 No heads would be visible this morning.\u00c2\u00a0 As the tide neared low, I weighed leaving the frigid waters for a hot shower and a warm bed.\u00c2\u00a0 But Friday the 13th proved particularly unlucky for Terrapin 957.\u00c2\u00a0 She paddled along the bottom toward my feet, backlit by the setting moon and painted by the sweep of my headlight.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n