You can put me before fish, boots and light. I will always shine by night

From dusk to dawn I'm hard to see, Forever I am out of reach. In farmers fields and at the beach, Where sky and earth come to meet. What Am I?

It’s done with a hand. Stitched to hold twelve inches. A tube around calfskin. Monkey, puppet, or stinkin’.

What kind of ship has two mates but no captain?

I once was sap in forest shade, then heat transformed what nature made. Now I may bounce, erase, or roll, a stretchable thing with many roles.