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A couple of years ago I had the unfortunate experience of being roped into taking a know it all fishing, who for the purposes of this story I will refer to as “the expert.” He claimed to have fished for years and supposedly knew the Charleston waters like the back of his hand. As we made our way past Fort Johnson I spotted some pelicans working near the high range. I steered toward the pelicans hoping to catch a few live baits. I asked the expert to ready the cast net and he looked at me like I was crazy. I explained to him that there were probably some Menhaden under the birds and we would use the cast net to catch them. He acted as though he knew that and played it off as if he had used birds for years to locate bait. After realizing the expert was incapable of throwing a cast net I allowed him to take the helm while I threw the net. He proceeded to come close to throwing me off the bow multiple times and almost ran us aground time and time again. The expert then suggested we try over next to the sea gulls that were about 100 yards away. I explained to him how sea gulls usually just feed on trash and more than likely were not over a school of baitfish, “I knew that he says, I was just making sure you knew what you were doing.” We finally made it to the fishing grounds where expert claimed he could out fish me any day of the week if he was on his boat. About the time I was ready to strangle him he began to choke himself, throwing up everything he had eaten over the last two months. The sea gulls soon showed up to eat the natural chum, and I tried to keep from laughing as he begged me to take him back to shore. I had kept my cool the entire time and took mercy on the expert as we headed back to shore. On the ride in we spotted a ■■■■■ of Terns working over a school of Bluefish and I asked the expert if he wanted to stop and fish for a few minutes. First he asked me if he should pull out the cast net to try and catch the Bluefish then he says, "Those birds are so stup