It’s almost that time of year in the lowcountry when my cup is half full. Chasing reds on the flats with that cool air moving threw the guides on the rod. Trolling for trout till you find this years feeding grounds for the season. Last but not least hunting marsh hens from the comfortable seated position of the Yak with nothing more than a 36 bore & the flooded spartina providing mere cover for the kek kek kek of the clapper rail.
Our area is so diverse, so enchanting that I hardly leave home anymore for vacations. Every season I find more and more of myself out there, away from it all in our beloved LC. I share these feelings with my fellow yakers cause this is the life blood of being here, surrounded by beauty, intellegenice, & resilience of Mother Nature & her bounty.
So it is almost that time… Don’t let it pass you by