Last of the Mullet Men

Posted on August 26, 2020

By CAITLYN BURCHETT / Staff Writer

Leathered hands — freckled by the sun and scarred from a lifetime of mullet fishing — rhythmically pull in 147 feet of net, plucking out tangled fish with an ease that can only be acquired through decades of experience.

Clinton Wood piles the net onto the bow of his dented, weather-worn airboat, occasionally pausing to wipe beads of sweat from his forehead and reposition his once-red baseball cap — faded from days spent protecting his face from the blistering sun and salty wind.

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