Pop loved fish. And he loved fishing. Momma called him a porpoise, because he could catch and eat as much as the bottle-nosed dolphins that rule the creeks around Daufuskie.
He seldom tired of throwing a cast net for mullet and never tired of eating them. Still, much as he loved his fish, he was generous, usually sharing his catch with other islanders.
When the big-eyed, bullet-shaped mullet were running in the creeks, Pop would cast—if he could—on ev