The number 60 is a magical one, and not just because Babe Ruth made it famous in 1927.
Most of the guys who fish seriously for king mackerel at the east side of Cape Fear and the Frying Pan Shoals know when it comes to catching lots of fish and a good showing of smokers, 60 is the place you start in the fall 60-feet deep.
While suppertime at a duck camp is always a loud and rowdy affair, breakfasts are usually subdued. Not only do the revels of the night prior to a hunt tend to tire happy hunters, the wake-up call in the morning is the time to begin a meditation, the mental preparation for approaching the peaceful sanctity of a well-built duck blind after a sloshing walk through the water.
To do well at most endeavors takes preparation. Of course, good luck doesnt hurt. But as legendary Major League baseball-owner Branch Rickey once said, Luck is 99 percent perspiration and 1 percent inspiration.
Stokes County has produced some of North Carolinas biggest bucks over the past half-dozen years, and it spit out another huge one on the opening day of bow season two months ago for hunter Jerrold Wade.
Some fishermen are so dedicated to their chosen sport they shun the comforts of home and hearth, even during the holidays and the tube-jam of televised sporting events, to head out into the wind, wet and cold.