It’s not uncommon to be awakened by cannon fire this time of year on the East End. Duck hunting season began on Thanksgiving Day. Open season on Amazon drones could be just around the corner.
“Cannon” was the word that came to mind when this former hunter first felt the recoil of a 12-gauge shotgun my father gave me at the age of 12.
Early Thanksgiving morning, George Drago was walking the beach at Ditch Plain in Montauk. He was just west of the spot surfers refer to as “Poles,” a now-empty beach named after the supports for a bulkhead built to protect the bluff below the old Rheinstein estate. Poles, bluff, and estate are long-gone, eaten by the sea.