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Open to the Public
Arriving with the same excitement as a money-laden birthday card from Grandma, the result of my 2006-07 application for a waterfowl hunt was in my mailbox. […]
Articles by Walt Rhodes
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The Road to Rails
Flooding the marsh, the tide looked like a groundswell of water in a rapidly clogging kitchen sink.
If you were the homeowner you might say “Oh crap.”
If you were a rail hunter you’d say, “Keep on risin’.” […]
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Holstering Silver Bullets
Some people head to Las Vegas for fast action, while others head to the nearest NASCAR oval. […]
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Knee Deep in Reds
If you have ever seen a sailboat under full sail pass in front of a setting sun, then you have seen the sight that was in front of me. […]
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Taking a Summer Sail
Nipping at the dangling teaser, the dolphin resembled a puppy chasing after someone’s coattail. […]
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March to a Different Drum
The movement of the cork floating along the edge of the marsh was the normal wiggle caused by a dangling shrimp. […]
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Nothing Sour about Lemonfish
Crossing the Broad River at the Highway 170 bridge outside of Beaufort, it looked like the river was supporting an impromptu boat show. […]
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Plotting for Turkeys
Walking through the hurricane-ravaged Francis Marion National Forest, the logging road provided the only clear path illuminated by an April full moon. […]
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Kite Bites
James Taylor sang about seeing fire and rain. I don’t know exactly what Taylor saw, but if he was an offshore fisherman, it could have been the scene off the bow of the sportfishing boat I was aboard. […]
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Hardheads for Reds
Standing on the bow of the flats boat, I felt like a ready-made hamburger under the heat lamp after the lunch crowd was long gone. […]