On the 90-degree day his boat engine's steering control cable snapped, North Andover's Steve McCarthy became a particularly tasty target for the wicked winged carnivore known as the Greenhead fly. His stalled craft caught the interest of a squadron of observational sorties. The more the captain of "Seascaper" sweated, the sweeter he turned, because greenheads love salt."I had to hold the engine with both hands all the way in from the bay down the Parker River back to Perley's Marina going two miles an hour with carbon dioxide fumes attracting the flies," McCarthy recalled. "We had welts the size of Necco wafers. It was [like] something out of
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