Fishing. Just Fishing.
I'm sitting here in a marvelous beach house on the sound side in Avon, NC. Looking outside, I can see flags stiff in the fresh cool breeze.
We spent the day on the beach just north of Avon at Ramp 30. It was a moderately productive day. Everyone caught nice bluefish and both my brothers Joe and Greg caught nice red drum. Joe's measured 26" and Gregs was 26". Regulations state that anything over 28" must be returned to the wild. We kept Joe's for dinner tonight and released Greg's.
We ended up sharing a fishing hole with a group of guys from Roanoke. They were waiting anxiously for our hole, and as soon as we were pulling away, they moved in on our old turf. To be fair, they were in our exact spot yesterday, but we were the first hard men on the beach this morning, breaking out onto the sand before the crack of dawn at about 6:00 am. Those guys didn't roll in until about 7:30.
I'll have a sunset update later this evening.
Enjoy the pictures.
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