Numb Legs

I climbed down the ladder and stuck my toes in the water and let out a barely audible groan, the waters in the Choctawhatchee Bay had started dipping into their fall temperatures. It’s the temperature right between being unbearably cold and your body adapting to the shock after a few minutes. The afternoon sun during this time of the year isn’t just hot on the back of your neck, it also warms up the grass flats where the redfish and gator-sized speckled trout like to frolic while picking off unsuspecting bait fish.

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Steven Vanden Heuvel
Bank Robbers

Fall fishing in the Lowcountry is one of the best kept secrets from the summertime tourists.  The smell of Hawaiian Tropic, snow cone stands, and traffic are long gone from the local beaches.  Football season only means one thing, it is time to fish.  Weekends are spent

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Paul Pancake
Roots

Most of you reading this probably got your start fishing like I did.  A youngster, with a can of worms, and a small fishing rod with a bobber. Destined for their first fish under the watchful eye of someone you or your parents trusted.  If I were a betting man, I would put money on that first fish being a bluegill or some other type panfish. 

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Paul Pancake
Seeing Specks

My name is Paul Pancake; I started living on the coast of South Carolina when I was 18.  This is when I became a freshman at Coastal Carolina University.  Throughout my time, friends and I experienced fishing in waters 6 inches deep out to 200 fathoms with everywhere in between.  

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Paul Pancake
Broad Daylight Heartbreak

We hammered down the throttle in the pitch black, leaving Destin, Florida in the rearview mirror. The 2:00am wake-up call caught up to me and I took a spot in a comfy oversized marine bean bag in the bow of the boat and dozed off as images of monster swordfish swirled around my head.

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Steven Vanden Heuvel
Sword Fight - Destin, Florida

We spent all of the two days doing some extremely in-depth research, which mostly consisted of making the precise calculation of how many Miller Lites to bring so that Dad wouldn’t run out while “watching the stars all night.”

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Steven Vanden Heuvel