Fishing

I can’t say I am excited about the way this past week ended. The speckled trout were busting it earlier last week but died off by the weekend. Small flounder were being caught all through the backwaters from Dunn Sound to Lockwood Folly River, but I can’t say the weekend provided great results.

The conditions were as if they were pulled straight from a fisherman’s dream. The backwater was so settled and calm it appeared to be a mirror.
The Biersbach family, of Sunset Beach, and I loaded up the boat, putting the first ripples of life onto the surface of the water. You ever get that feeling things are too perfect and something is going to jump out of the shadows at any minute?
We rounded the corner with the hammer down, rushing to our first area in hopes of catching a few redfish.

Our first week of great weather came to a screaming halt Friday morning. We had our first good low-pressure system dump several inches of rain on us very fast. We needed the rain, but getting it all at once can really make backwater fishing a challenge.

After reading last week’s report by Capt. Barrett McMullan, I am inspired to write at new literary heights. “Far better is it to dare mighty things, though checkered with failure, than to take ranks with those poor souls who live in the quiet of darkness and thus know not the thrill of victory nor the agony of defeat.”
Really? How can I compete with such genius? Here is my best effort, but kudos to Capt. Barrett for such strong presentation.