Largemouth, ducks, a Go-Devil & chicken soup. Hell yeah, that’s Fall in RI
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About The Author
Todd Corayer is a lifelong fisherman and occasional hunter whose writing relies on poor penmanship, sarcasm and other people’s honest fish stories while seeing words as puzzle pieces that occasionally all fit together perfectly.
His work has appeared in The Double Gun Journal, On The Water Magazine, The Fisherman, The Bay Magazine, So Rhode Island, Sporting Classics, Coastal Angler, NY Lifestyles, The Island Crier, and very often in the wonderful RISAA Newsletter.
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After fishing on the rocks for two keeper stripers a night, we would lean on one tailgate, take two cold cans of beer from any icy remains in a soft cooler then walk to one long, sagging, stubborn stone wall. Through a sweet harmony of crickets and cicadas, we faced a farmer’s field of tall grasses and stray sunflowers, thick and healthy. We leaned on stones wet, slick from an evening’s dew, taking in long breaths of damp earth, breathing out pure salt air. With wrinkled palms, innocently we wiped our hands along green moss, unconsciously drawing patterns on slow-growing velvet beards on glacial fieldstones.