The Pacolet River
I made a trip to Greenville for a wedding 2 weeks ago and being so close to the mountains, I dedicated Saturday morning to the pursuit of trout on the Green River.
I made a trip to Greenville for a wedding 2 weeks ago and being so close to the mountains, I dedicated Saturday morning to the pursuit of trout on the Green River.
The warm summer weather is here, and the bass bite is on. I cannot think of a better way to end the day than fishing on a pond in the late afternoon when the wind has ceased and the only ripples on the lake are created by a top water plug. The strikes are fierce and almost heart stopping.
This weekend brought us back again to the North Santee Inlet in Georgetown with Hunter and Thomas Jordan. We launched the skiff at the South Island Ferry on the Intracoastal waterway and drove south towards the river.
After such a successful fishing trip the weekend before, Bo Hutchison and I planned yet another fishing trip to Georgetown the following weekend to catch more of the great Bull Reds which are moving into the shore in greater numbers as the season draws on.
Red fish, also called red drum or channel bass, are prevalent across the South Carolina coast.
My brother, Dawson, my father, Cooper, and I took a weekend to visit the mountains of South Carolina in early April to go fly fishing for trout.
I did not start turkey hunting until I was in college, and quickly realized that shooting a turkey is not as easy as it appears to be on TV.
I went to Charleston for the weekend to visit the South Eastern Wildlife Expo and stayed with Bo Hutchison (a friend from the Citadel) at his apartment. Bo and his roommate had caught a load of oysters and shrimp which we were planning on cooking Friday night. As we stood around the table cracking oyster shells, Bo asked if I would like to try shad fishing with him in the morning, and fishing is one thing I just can’t turn down.
My college roommate invited me to Winnsboro to hunt for the weekend. We spent Friday night at his cabin before the hunt. The cabin is literally a log cabin on a hill overlooking Lake Monticello with a walk-around deck and an outside fireplace.
After reading William Walker’s book, “Down the Little Pee Dee,” Ryan Stephens, my brother, Dawson Jordan, and I decided that we should explore the headwaters of the Little Pee Dee River.