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places the empty bottle in the labeled receptacle then text-messages his wife to grab a cup of coffee and come join him. Upon her arrival from under the low-lit oak canopy and after she looks out across the gleaming marsh toward Cumberland Island for a bit, he grabs a slip-float-rigged spinning outfit, scoops an eager shrimp from the baitwell, hooks the shrimp and hands her the setup – which leads to literally bailing the trout for ten minutes until both of them decide it's high time for the big breakfast by the popping fire they know is waiting 100 yards to their west. And so goes the "goofing off" time at Cabin Bluff – apart from walking, biking, golfing, shooting, hunting, relaxing in a hot tub, etc. Breakfast was eggs, homemade French toast and biscuits, fresh sausage and bacon, good coffee and milk. Lunches were outstanding – sometimes big platefuls of homemade food, others conveniently packed for the boat. But the suppers? The main meal memory of Cabin Bluff is as poignant as anything else, and upon leaving it has become one big gustatory sensation – difficult to separate each sitting from the other. Panseared duck, beef fillet, white bean soup that could make a man cry, cornbread that could pass for cake. And on that particular night – a fish fry around the cedar tables and bonfire that began when someone handed me a steaming mug of clam chowder to compliment the cold beer in my other hand. It continued with a basket of fried oysters, a table of steamed single selects, then plates full of fresh fried flounder and shrimp, slaw and grits, and Apple Brown Betty to finish you off. O n the third day, shallow water reds were etched into memory and we had plenty of dock time behind us. We'd returned to the dock the previous night after that epic seafood dinner to fish the lit-up, space stationlike structure and battled each other with light-lined live shrimp in a game of T.R.O.U.T., (H.O.R.S.E.). So Jeni and I opted to shoot the sporting clays course at 9:30 a.m. and fish with Capt. Toby at 1 p.m. Needless to say, after nearly S P O R T I N G C L A S S I C S 105