I grew up in Eau Gallie in the 1960s, right on the Indian River. It was literally our back yard and we all knew it wasn't a river, but it was a great place to be a kid. We fished and swam and camped on the islands, and I remember huge flocks of ducks floating together between the Eau Gallie and Melbourne causeways.

When I was a kid in 1961 and living on a far lower financial scale than the birds shown, my uncle and dad took me for a fishing trip on the Indian River. As we rented a boat with an outboard motor, we were being eaten alive by mosquitoes. Once under way and just yards from the shore, we left the insects behind.

Not having a crew to guide us to the catch, we caught what the dock guys called "junk fish" when we called it a day. Uncle Ted got more than junk use of them as fertilizer in his corn patch. I wonder who, if anyone, ate the ducks that these pampered hunters bagged.

River? That looks a little vast for a River; turns out it's something of a cheat, with Wikipedia describing it (Notcom cuts corners so you don't have to) as a "121 mile long brackish water lagoon" ... presumably with a lot of lead shot on the bottom.