Thursday, March 22, 2012

The 22nd of the 3rd

So much for fish that glow in the dark.  We decided to shift gears yesterday and went looking for strip bass on the Congaree River rather than float amongst nuclear fear.


As you can see it was an absolutely spectacular day.  Normally at this time of year I am looking forward to overcast, rainy, snowy, just above freezing weather on the big lake in New Hampshire.  But this is just bliss. 


These are Chesapeake bay ocean run strip bass.  We were looking for the landlocked kind that make a run up the Congaree from the Santee river system here in South Carolina.  Well, it was a beautiful day but the history channel is not going to do a "Prepper" show on how we catch fish to feed ourselves.

It is spring down here, and the turkeys are in full mating mode.  We jumped on male of the sand bar pictured above and he flew across the river right in front of us, landing in a tree on the shoreline.


The photo is back lit and not very detailed, but you can see the beard coming out of his chest indicating a male bird.  Just a pretty great thing to see.



My host for the day is Phillip, my next door neighbor.  He is kind enough to take me out fishin a few times a year and we do put in the time.  One of these days we're going to catch something.



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