Some weekends are shit-shows. This weekend was just that
There is a time and a place for almost everything. This was a time and a place for a guide. Continue reading
The idea for this trip began in the Spring time. We originally thought about a Fall trout trip to West Virginia with the banjos and all. JB quickly replaced this idea with, “let’s go for something a little different”. The other members of the group liked the sound of the trout venture better than the yet-to-be-made-known trip elsewhere. Soon however, all doubts rested in a quiet, calm, place somewhere far beyond conscious thought. JB brought to our attention the late summer redfish action on the South East coast. Specifically, the area around the first shot of the civil war city, Charleston, South Carolina. We collectively came to an agreement: to Charleston! So, now you know the background.