I guess it was about a month or so ago that I received a call from a woman named Kathleen Moore. She had read one of my columns and asked me if I would volunteer my time to meet up with her and a group of high school kids from Hilton Head Island and Bluffton to talk about the importance of taking care of the environment and to show them a few things about fishing.
I always have a hard time saying "no," so before I knew it, I was agreeing to her proposition without knowing much more about the event. I did, however, know there would be around 20 to 30 kids, so I called all my buds and begged for fishing rods. By Saturday, when I drove to Hunting Island, where the kids had set up camp for the weekend on a small private island, my car looked like a porcupine on wheels. Not only were there fishing rods sticking out everywhere, I had several buckets of salt water with live bait in them sloshing around in the back. With every pothole in the road I hit, I could see water hitting the ceiling of my car.
Oh well, I thought, you gotta do what you gotta do.
It had been some time since I had gone to the St. Helena / Hunting Island area, and I was blown away by how beautiful the ride was. It was like stepping back in time right here in Bluffton. Small roadside stands with sugar cane, shrimp and local crafts created a sort of dèj