CHESAPEAKE WATERMAN

The air is warm before the sun is high. The boat runs easy on a low diesel hum and the water lays out flat ahead of it. There is no hurry to it.

Wire traps stacked, bait strong, hands moving like they’ve done it a thousand times before. Rope burns, salt on your skin, and a cooler that better come back heavy. That’s the deal.

The day builds slow. The sun climbs and stays. Work goes on the same as it always has, and by the time you turn back, the weight of it is sitting right there in the bushel.

ADULT SHORT SLEEVE, BAY