• Volume 1 Number 10 - October 2006

    Features

    Striped bass fishing hits its fall peak during October at the Combahee River.

    South Carolina boasts some of the best striped bass fishing in the country.

    A Wake County hunter’s pampered food plot produces 2005’s No. 1 non-typical muzzle-loader buck.

    Some white-tailed deer hunters like to place their stands atop ridges; some prefer hardwood slopes with dropping acorns; and some set up close to scrapes or where they’ve discovered big rub trees.

    S.C.’s bruin hunters just want their dogs to have a good time. With a growing number of black bears, that may happen.

    For Robert Chapman, it’s all about the dogs.

    In 40-plus years of traipsing the mountains of Upstate South Carolina, he has shot only a handful of black bears, but that’s of little consequence.

    King mackerel caught from a fast-trolling boat can produce big numbers and big fish.

    According to a dictionary, “revelry” is an occasion of boisterous celebration. If a fisherman’s heart isn’t made joyous at the sound of a reel screeching as the drag slips line to a smoker king mackerel, he’s picked the wrong sport.

    Revel may be an archaic word to some folks, but for the owner, crew and anglers aboard the Reveler, it’s an appropriate boat name. It was a late summer morning, with haze hanging heavy in the air when an engine yawned to life at Beaufort’s Town Creek Marina. Reveler’s owner, Capt. Pat DiGiuseppe, was fishing for fun, allowing his charter captain and mate, the husband and wife team of Carlos and Hope Sanderson, a lay day. 

    Anglers who want to catch largemouths, smallmouths, spotted and Coosa bass amidst fantastic fall scenery should try this high-country lake.

    If there is another lake in South Carolina that can match Lake Jocassee for sheer beauty, it’s still on God’s drawing board.

    Jordan Barnes of Eden bagged 2005’s top youth muzzleloader trophy.

    Jordan Barnes isn’t a run-of-the-mill 10-year-old boy.

    And the whitetail buck he met one afternoon in a Rockingham County cutover wasn’t a run-of-the-mill 10-pointer.

    N.C.’s delayed-harvest streams offer action starting in October and a chance to catch big trout.

    Delayed harvest — what does that mean, and why is it a bonanza for Tar Heel trout anglers?

    And, most importantly, where are the best spots?

    Tar Heel wing-shooters who get the itch for action in October should consider ruffed grouse -- but only if they don’t want to get hooked.

    Ginny’s high tail, flaring nostrils and the intensity of her point told me she had a snoot full of bird scent.

    As I walked to her point, a thunder of wings broke from the briar tangle to my right. The bird was gone before I could get my gun to my shoulder.

    When fall arrives and water temperatures begin to drop, S.C. anglers can fill their coolers if they adjust to mobile speckled trout.

    As daylight lessens and the mercury mercifully stops climbing into the 90s, the opportunity to make up for lost fishing time finally arrives.

    Palmetto State inshore shrimpers use a technique that’s completely safe to fish and allows netters to load up with jumbo-size shrimp.

    For many South Carolina outdoorsmen, the anticipation of opening day of shrimp baiting season is approached with the same life-or-death intensity as the start of deer or dove hunting.

    Howell Woods in Franklin County offers hunters a unique combination of deer and hog hunting.

    While N.C. legislators wrangled with pork-barrel spending from a $2.1-billion surplus, Luke Vande Guchte of Wake Forest knew what his family would be spending some of their money for – a taxidermy mount of his first big-antlered buck deer.

    A talented coastal musician has a sweet melody for October red drum and flounder.

    The moving tide draining the tidal marsh bumped a 3-inch-long shrimp along the bottom with an occasional scrape and bounce off scattered oyster shells.

    The rut has a lot to do with harvesting a quality buck. Here’s how hunters can actually influence the timing and intensity of the rut at their property.

    As I grow older, the amount and type of stuff that stays stuck in my mind like pluff mud on hip boots is amazing. This is particularly true when it comes to details regarding hunting.

    A Lexington angler discovers he doesn’t have to drive to N.C.’s mountains to enjoy terrific fly-fishing action.

    Fly-fishing evokes images of bubbling streams winding their way along pebble and rocky bottoms amidst mountainous terrain in the western reaches of North Carolina.