There’s an old saying among New Englanders: "If you want to know the soul of the ocean, you have to find the cod." For Kevin, this wasn't just folklore; it was a mission.
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While no public blog post or website currently hosts a file with that exact name, the title suggests a possible connection to , an editor at On The Water , who has documented fishing trips for cod and other saltwater species around Cape Cod.
When the fish finally broke the surface, the deckhand gasped. It was a cod of legendary proportions—mottled brown and gold, with a beard-like barbel that seemed to wag in disapproval.
Last Tuesday, while the rest of the world was catching up on emails, Kevin was five miles off the coast of Gloucester, battling a swell that would make a seasoned sailor rethink their career choices. He wasn't there for the scenery—he was there for "The Big One."