Fluke on the Fly
It will be at least two hours before the sun comes up as we speed eastbound on State Route 404 toward Cape Henlopen, Delaware. I’m packed inside the cab of a cranky diesel pickup truck with one of my best fishing pals and a friend of his, all of us sipping coffee as I regret a foolish night of fire-pit drinking.
“What the hell were you thinking?” my friend Tony Friedrich asks. “You knew we were going to meet at 5 a.m.”
, I say to myself as I muscle down a convenience store bear claw. Folks who drive this route are generally beach-bound, with surf
