“Gary, get over here and help me reel this in!” I yelled, concentrating all my effort on maintaining my grip on the worn handle of the net. Gary hurried over, placing his rough hands above my own and thrust his weight to help me reel whatever creature had found itself trapped in our net.

“Geez, Jim,” he heaved, the exertion evident in his voice, “I told you didn’t I. The moon offers her gifts wh...