Trip Report High Life in the Low Country


This has been an absolutely brutal winter for me. I mostly managed to tip toe through the raindrops after coming out this summer, but as the season turned dark, my life turned with it. I suppose it was inevitable that there would be folks in my life who just would not be able to keep walking with me down the road I've taken, but for a good minute, it seemed that I was going to miss out on the experience of losing important people from my life.

Unfortunately, when it finally did happen, it was the person who has meant more to me in my adult life than anyone else. We dated 15 years ago, and it was tumultuous to say the least, but we parted as the best of friends, and that had endured. She was the rock that gave me the foundation to get through the worst times I've ever had. Her father died when she was a teenager, and when she got married, I gave her away. When her mother passed three years ago, I was a pallbearer at the funeral. We were close. But, in the end, this proved to be a path she couldn't walk with me, and she recently turned on me in a pretty vicious way. I'm prone to seasonal depressions anyway, but her betrayal has spun me into the darkest spiral I've had in 20 years or more. It hasn't helped that getting hormone replacement dialed in is more art than science, and while we've pretty well got testosterone suppressed, my estrogen levels have not gotten there yet to compensate. There's just no go juice there right now, and that wasn't caught until my labs came through at the end of January. My doc doubled my estrogen dose, and that seems to be helping, but I really, really need things to go right for me so I can pull out of this dive.

Thankfully, my cousin Drew hit me up late last week to suggest I come down and fish with him in the SC Low Country where he makes his home, so I packed my shit up and burned up the highway to go see him in Beaufort. It turned out to be just what the doctor ordered, and just when I needed it most.

The weather was absolutely spectacular, warm sun, a gentle breeze and blue skies to catch the eyes.

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The fishing was almost as good as the weather. Each day, we hiked out to a nice beachside cut and laid them the hell out. If you've never been on a hot winter speck bite, it is truly something else. There must have been thousands of fish stacked up in the cut, and almost every cast resulted in a fish. We caught them each day until we literally got bored and headed back to the shack for beer and bullshitting. The only downside was a bottom littered with barnacle encrusted snags, and many clousers were sacrificed to the gods of the sea.

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Every once in a while, I picked off a bonus fish from amongst the ranks of the trout.

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I bummed around Beaufort a little between tides. I've always thought it is one of the most beautiful small towns in the South.

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It's been a slog, but I came home feeling rejuvenated. As they say, "Jah will provide."{

Cheers y'all!

Claire

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cdnred

Active Member
Nice fish. Is it all salt water fishing that you do or do you do some fresh water also..? Love the Carolinas and all that warm weather..
 

Prickly Claire

Active Member
I live in Asheville, so I do a lot of trout and smallie fishing. Some carp. Some musky. Have fishing buddies in Eastern NC where we chase largies in natural lakes. Lots of options for me. Variety is the spice of life.
 

freestonebound

If it swims I'm interested.
I live in Asheville, so I do a lot of trout and smallie fishing. Some carp. Some musky. Have fishing buddies in Eastern NC where we chase largies in natural lakes. Lots of options for me. Variety is the spice of life.
I love the V wake when a musky, pike, or chain pickerel ambushes your fly. My heart is beating fast just thinking about it right now!
 

Prickly Claire

Active Member
I love the V wake when a musky, pike, or chain pickerel ambushes your fly. My heart is beating fast just thinking about it right now!

The best musky fishing here is small stream stuff, as far as this sort of thing goes. Maybe 50' average width through the money stretch. Trout stream clear water (and it is a trout stream, I've moved some monstrous browns and caught my PB slinging the musky stick through there), so you see the 'skis the moment they light up and start moving on a fly. It's definitely a big adrenaline rush.
 

Gary Thompson

dirty dog
Nice, pics and report.
I'm with ya on the cold gray skies of winter.
I moved from central WA to Southern OR and had a much happier winter.
The only sad part is I won't get my resident fishing lic until next month.
 

Rogue Fanatic

Active Member
One of the things I remarked on when fishing back east, (FL, NC, SC, VA) is how easy the regs are to read and follow. I picked one up when I was buying a tag and it was all of 15 pages. I was like "where's the rest of it?"
 

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