Marching Orders

Flounder are on the move this month, heading toward the ocean. Intercept them and you’ll receive a huge reward.

There are no caissons, no buglers or regimental flags. No cities have been ransacked along the way, no crops put to the torch. Still, there’s a march to the sea every autumn along South Carolina’s coastline that’s more predictable than Gen. Sherman’s little walkabout almost 150 years ago.

When the first cold snap of the fall hits, when the days start to get shorter, when the mercury starts to crawl toward the bottom of the thermometer, flounder that have been living in creeks and ditches and bays and rivers start their own migration; they march to the sea.

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