Vicki Basnight pulls her faded orange oilskins, marred with scars and swipes of mud, over her tar-speckled boots. “These old rigs have seen some crabs. I got some new ones, but I like my old ones better,” she says with a deep, genuine, infectious laugh. Basnight hoists the suspenders over her shoulders and settles in behind the wheel of Old Red, her 22-foot Privateer. She glances at Shallowbag…
2026-04-24
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