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Dolphin are no longer bit players on New York’s offshore fishing scene.
By Charles A. Witek, III Photos by
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E WERE TROLLING about 30 miles south- southeast of Fire Island Inlet, New York, an area
informally known as “the Rockpiles.” We were surrounded by an early September fog, the sort of fog that
hangs so thick and close that you feel as if you’re stuck inside a grey felt bag. Fog like that plays tricks on your mind, concealing everything around you, until your eyes begin to conjure ghosts out of billows in the air. I had been running the boat and
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fighting those ghosts for three or four hours, and maybe that’s why I was slow to notice a coil of thick polypropylene hawser floating on the surface of the sea. It was nearly beneath my boat’s bow when I spotted it, forcing me to bring the helm over
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