Tarpon Action In Georgetown
I was pulling the boat out of the water in McLellanville after a discouraging two day search for Tarpon when a bottlenose dolphin poked his head out of the water hoping to receive some leftover bait.
I was pulling the boat out of the water in McLellanville after a discouraging two day search for Tarpon when a bottlenose dolphin poked his head out of the water hoping to receive some leftover bait.
After reading the recent account of County Councilman Archie Scott’s presentation about the bathroom at the Riverdale Park being damaged by vandals, I felt compelled to join in the effort and outcry against such gross stupidity and destruction of public property.
The idea for the topic of my column today, in all actuality, did not originate without the influence of others.
In a true sense, we are all time travelers who occasionally make trips to the past or the future.
Not many days ago, I lost a very special friend and associate. In my opinion, his passing was premature and probably could have been avoided had he heeded the warning signs that were flashing all around him.
The most frustrating feeling while fishing comes when I am doing everything right but still not catching fish, while someone nearby is effortlessly catching fish using the exact same bait.
Unquestionably one of the most dreaded and unwelcomed times of the year in our locale is from the first of July through the first of September.
A few weeks ago, I saw a young man in one of my favorite early morning stops where I routinely frequent to get a mug of their coffee.
Jigger pole fishing is an old classic way to catch fish along riverbanks and ponds where the good spots are hard to reach by casting.