ABOUT 100 MILES OFFSHORE, ACRES OF RAYS that seemed to be the size of small cars appeared from the depths, a couple hundred yards away from our boat. The intriguing, spaceship-looking fish took turns exploding from beneath the flat-calm cobalt sea, defying gravity. Following their brief flights, the rays landed back in the ocean with a smack that sounded like a kid doing a cannonball into a pool. I read afterward that this behavior could signify anything, from feeding to communication to mating. Whatever the reasoning behind the flying rays, the late-summer scene was Discovery Channel-worthy. It’s one of my favorite bluewater memories. ¶ Another memorable event occurred about 30 miles southeast of Long Island, New York. Following a successful sunrise tuna troll, I stopped my boat and took a…
