"Bluesfishing," Caldwell said, "is the best."
He grabbed his guitar and smiled at Sam. They walked over the dunes as he sang a Taj Mahal song.
"I'm a goin' fishin', mama's goin fishin', and de baby goin' fishin' too."
Scott and I walked back to the campsite and finished cleaning up breakfast. When the wind was right, we could hear the buzz of a slide on steel strings as Caldwell hammered out the twelve bar blues.
We were finishing our coffee and looked up to see them both walking back. Caldwell was taking off a busted E string, and Sam held something behind his back.
"Bluesfishing," Sam said, is unbelievable.