Rampage

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 bandana hanging out) standing on a patch of dirt and waving me in off the ICW. “Okay to tie up?” I yelled from the upper station of our Rampage 34 IPS prototype. Considering the buff little beauty’s

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 well-manicured, cedar-shingle homes and gorgeous beach, the island is indeed a jewel, but as I reached the bridge’s apex, I realized the radiance was the sun's reflection off tuna towers and outriggers