Back in the day. Haha. I trout fished the north inlet at pawleys island quite a bit. Pretty much the same bunch of old timers(I guess that’s me now).everyone would just cast out a float walk the bank turn around and do it again. last two hours of the falling tide. usually limit out. Everyone would take their fish and put them on a stringer and tie it to a stob. I had five fish on my strainer. An osprey dive bombed my fish. He was like a dog at the end of his chain when he hit that stringer of fish. He spun around 180 degrees & the stob come out. He was trying to fly away with me hot on his tale. I could hear the air whooshing off his wings. As the fish started sliding off the stringer he gained altitude. He ended up with a 2-for-1 deal.got 2 of my fish back. the other 1 ended up back in the water. The old farts got a real good laugh at me chasing that bird.
So many stories!! I need to start going with My son more often. Kind of lost interest.
When dad was stationed at Tyndale A.F. base he used to go several times a week and I’d get to tag along many times. Dad and my Brother were long casting for Trout in a bay and both were hooked up. I was only 4 and just bumping a shrimp on the bottom with Dad’s big surf rod. Drag is set tight… I hook something I start yelling. Dad and my brother ignore me until I yell it’s pulling me out the boat! Brother brings in his trout and so does dad I remember hearing the fish flop in the boat and knowing I wasn’t going to let go and lose my fish . Brother grabs me by the waste Dad finally gets the pole out of my hands and lands a big pompano. Mom cooked it for me and I had to share. We talk about it and still think we had a state record, of course it was never weighed. After that, Dad would target them regular using Sand Fleas.
Once we were out and got into a school of hardtail, when we got back to the pier (only two houses down from our base house) Dad had never caught any before. He was cleaning them and gave mom a couple to cook (she baked I think) after trying one that was the first fish I think I’ve ever seen dad throw out. And that’s saying a lot.
ONe more, off our coast with my son and a few friends when we could still keep ARS I pulled a huge one up, it got bit in half about 6 feet from boat. I dropped it back down and hooked a huge barracuda, fought it for a while and line went limp. Pulled it in and had a cut in half Cuda. Stuff like that is why I scared to dive off our coast.
I took my niece fishing in Bulls Bay last year. She does a lot of inland bass fishing with her dad, so I wanted to make sure she had a memorable experience. It was the perfect time of season to land some small shark on the boat, but I didn’t tell her that was what we were targeting. When that first shark landed on the boat, she lit up like a Christmas tree! We caught about a dozen shark, including a bonnet head (she thought it was a hammerhead, I didn’t tell her otherwise). She ended the day with a nice red drum. She took home bragging rights x2!
