On my venture, I spotted a group of fishermen in the distance. One was running. He fetched a dip net, and as I drew closer he scooped a large fish out of the surf. I heard another emit a whoop of joy at the catch. Four boot-clad fishermen from Gaston County were photographing and posing with a copper-colored redfish. It was just one inch too long to keep. After documenting the trophy catch, they gently released him back into the sea.
day 3: A Fish of My O wn Following another morning of low-tide shelling, I decided upon an afternoon of fishing. After lunch I headed to the beach equipped with freshly caught finger mullet, a beach chair and Old Lucky — an ancient fishing rod with a vintage green Penn 720 reel. It belonged to my grandfather and has caught more fish than I can remember. I fished on and off, and during the off time I stared out at the sea and watched the sunlight diamonds flash on its surface. One of
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