I haven’t been fishing in over a year. I know. My son and I had planned on going fishing last Monday, but since near-death interrupted our plans we regrouped for today; and headed to Folly Beach and we were soaking lines at the slack of high tide. A disappointing hour later I tired of bottom fishing, went to float at about three feet deep and let the line roll out with the tide. Bam! The bobber disappeared from about 35 yards out and my little bait-fish pole with 20-lb. line and a half-inch offset circle hook, went double.
That brave fish and my right arm went at it. The teeny little rod and reel held up, the drag was perfect but we still couldn’t tell what was on the line. A real nice fight ensued as I brought him near the dock and hoped he wouldn’t run for the piers or the oysters. Eeeeennnn! rrrrrr!! went the drag and we waited him out, son with net in hand, he and I dancing and ducking around each other as the fish went deep, left, right. And then the moment, that moment when he charges us near the surface and you see the flash of bright scales under the water and we both shout: whoa!! Holy cow!
Another minute and Paul was scooping him up in a net too small, but the handsome fish doubled up and into the net. Too big to keep? A quick measure and into the Piggly Wiggly cooler he went.
In about 30 minutes from now, Paul the chef will have prepared him in a nice white wine sauce and serve it over some local red peas and rice. Six fat slabs of fish out of one catch. Not bad teamwork.
Update:Yeah, it was worth it!: