“We’ll just have one,” Greg said. He poured a double-shot of tequila into two glasses. You don’t usually catch me drinking straight liquor. But at $70 a bottle this was the good stuff.
With roosterfish you get up early,” Greg said. “Number one, we’re an hour away from the first good beach. Two, roosterfish are early risers, and feed when the wind is down. And they don’t like the sun in their eyes any more than we do. Finally, and possibly most important of all, you do not want to be outside at noon. Not in Mexico.”
“I can handle it,” I said, feeling good. I held my glass against the setting sun.
“No, you can’t.”
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