October in SC is beautiful and inspirational. It’s also a month of fishing variety with flounder, trout, bull redfish, mangrove snapper, vermilion snapper, triggerfish and even a mutton snapper on the line.
Unless I am heading offshore fishing, I rarely ever fish on the weekends anymore. Back in the day I used to fish on Saturdays and Sundays, but as more and more people started getting boats, I simply couldn’t take what was obviously a lack of knowledge (and courtesy) by many of those new boat owners.
It’s hard to believe its August already. Being somewhat of a space cadet when it comes to which day of the week it is, much less what month it is, it wasn’t until I was watching the news and they were talking about kids starting school again that I realized I didn’t have a clue what the date was.
My angling life began at a very early age, when my dad put a cane pole in my hand and a can of worms by my side. To this day, I can still close my eyes and remember watching that red and white plastic bobber bob along with the musky smell of worms and the odor of a largemouth bass mingling on my hands.
Some days I am able to start my column with three words and from that point on words just seem to come tumbling out. This time though, you’ll probably finish reading this and think, “Collins appears to be suffering from schizophrenia.”