Chronicling the legend of Mark Futch: Memories from his brother, his wife, his daughter, his friends

Chronicling a legend: We’re pretty sure Mark Futch would like the way that sounds, and it’s pretty apt. Every time a small plane flies low over the island, every time tarpon season comes and goes, every time another tall fishing tale is told, we’ll be looking instinctively for Mark. And now he won’t be there […]