• Volume 17 Number 6 - June 2010

    Features

    Waters outside the mouth of the Cape Fear River offer some great early action on Spanish mackerel.

    Capt. Chad Casteen enjoys all the fishing avaialble around the mouth of the Cape Fear River, near his native Southport. Maybe it’s their excellent taste, or it could be that they’re the signal that another summer is arriving, but Spanish mackerel is one of his favorite fish, and their return to his home waters is one of the high points of his year.

    You might be surprised to discover what deer are eating on your property.

    Tend the food plots, manage the timber, check the pH and get rid of the weeds. We’ve all heard and know it.

    You might be surprised to discover what deer are eating on your property.

    Tend the food plots, manage the timber, check the pH and get rid of the weeds. We’ve all heard and know it.

    Walking the ‘boards’ on Folly Beach and other piers offers a great mixture of fish – and makes a boat seem unnecessary.

    There is a different kind of pressure along South Carolina’s coast during the summer — the pressure to get on a fishing pier and catch a fish.

    Often overlooked by fishermen targeting speckled trout, the Pungo is an angler’s heaven.

    Not as renowned as the Neuse or the Roanoke, the Pungo River is a prolific fishery loaded with pristine shorelines and waters that are rich in speckled trout. Early Native Americans identified it as “matcha punga” or the “river of many fish.”

    If Miss Cobia doesn’t agree to fill your dance card, there are still plenty of candidates for a watery Lowcountry tango – because all the fish bite in June.

    An old proverb tells us “There are plenty of other fish in the sea,” but you couldn’t prove it by Lowcountry anglers’ actions in May and June. That wise adage refers, of course, to the dating trials and tribulations of young lovers jilted by girl or boyfriends, but the same advice could be directed at Lowcountry fishermen.

    You can still crank up some good largemouths from Jordan Lake’s deep water, if you take the advice of these two experts.

    Like the old gray mare, B. Everett Jordan Lake ain’t what she used to be — but she’s still pretty good.

    Cover the right kind of deep water, and you can fill your cooler with Lake Murray’s finest crappie.

    Spring marks the peak of the annual mating ritual for a majority of freshwater gamefish species in South Carolina, with the almighty crappie being one of the first to rush into the stump-laden shallows. For many fishermen, the season for catching slab crappie comes to an end just as schools of fish retreat to deeper waters.

    This breakthrough female bass pro loves summertime topwater action on Clarks Hill.

    On a summer afternoon 10 years ago, fishing with her husband in one of her first-ever club bass tournaments, Anderson’s Lesley Childers got a wild introduction to the ways of the topwater lure.

    Asheboro’s Lake Reese is a great place to learn to fish offshore structure for bass.

    Brad Staley of Pleasant Garden doesn’t claim to be a professional tutor, but he has sufficient evidence to support his claim that little-known Lake Reese provides a favorable environment for learning about offshore structure fishing.

    Kerr Reservoir, a.k.a. Buggs Island, may be North Carolina’s best lake for big catfish.

    If you like heated arguments, it only takes one question: which North Carolina lake has the most and biggest catfish?

    The Little River and Calabash areas offer great redfishing opportunities for anglers from both Carolinas.

    The rod jerked hard as something grabbed the live shrimp on the end of Capt. Mark Dickson’s line. He reared back to set the hook, and the rod bent deeply as his small spinning reel began singing a happy song. A wake appeared as the hooked redfish surged down the bank in the shallow creek near the North Carolina/South Carolina state line.

    The Little River and Calabash areas offer great redfishing opportunities for anglers from both Carolinas.

    The rod jerked hard as something grabbed the live shrimp on the end of Capt. Mark Dickson’s line. He reared back to set the hook, and the rod bent deeply as his small spinning reel began singing a happy song. A wake appeared as a hooked redfish surged down the bank in the shallow creek near the North Carolina/South Carolina state line.