Floundering

I took my sons fishing this week. All we caught were northerns, but when I was growing up in south Florida, my favorite type of fishing was floundering.

We would go at night- with nary a chance of sunburn!- and my dad would load the boat with the spotlight, three-pronged gigs, life jackets, and water.

My dad, my brother, and I fit cozily into the small john boat, and dad would pilot us to the flats where the water was between two and five feet deep. Excitement mounted as we watched hi...