Rampage 34

By Capt. Bill Pike | Posted March 2009

It was an iffy spot. There was no sign proclaiming “Live Bait For Sale” and no structure I’d rightfully call a dock. Just an old guy in a big straw hat, a blue work shirt, and jeans (with a red...

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Rampage 41 Express

By Jeffrey Moser | Posted July 2007

From the driver's seat of my rental car, Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina, glimmered like the Emerald City as I neared the drawbridge that connects the barrier island with the mainland. With its...

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