Remember the first time you went fishing? If you don't, it's probably because you didn't catch anything. If you did land one, chances are you are still fishing to this very day. The other day it was freezing outside so I decided to sort through stacks of old photos and scrapbooks. It was neat to look back at photos of times I had long forgotten. As you might imagine, there were quite a few that went back to my early days in the Lowcountry. U.S. 278 was two lanes, Burnt Church was a dirt road and on any given day out in the May River you might see, at most, one or two boats. (I also remembered I had hair back then.)I thought you might get a kick out of a visual accounting of my evolution as a fisherman.
