• Volume 2 Number 1 - January 2007

    Features

    When the winter sun shines on Georgetown’s shallow mud flats, it heats up the water and a fantastic red drum bite.

    Steve Hedrick regrets there aren’t many people vacationing at the Grand Strand during the winter.

    They may not be missing much in the way of surf, sand and sunshine — or maybe golf — but he and his buddy Mike McDonald know they’re missing some of the year’s best fishing.

    Golf, waterfowl and upland gamebird hunting go hand-in-hand at Maidendown Bay.

    The first thing you notice driving along the entrance road to Maidendown Bay Gun and Golf Hunting Preserve is the flooded land on both sides of the entrance way.

    S.C. waterfowl hunters on their way to the coast may bypass duck havens at inland streams.

    The dashboard clock clicked over to 2 a.m. as a weary-eyed waterfowler exited onto the east-bound ramp of Interstate 26.

    “Hour and a half,” he thought as he eased his rig onto the road that would take him to South Carolina’s Lowcountry. This late in the season he had high hopes for some good shooting, even though it just didn’t seem like the ducks flew like they used to.

    If sheepshead consistently frustrate you, this winter approach may change your attitude about saltwater’s most notorious bait-stealer.

    Driving to the boat ramp in fog as thick as she-crab soup, I thought I might be an idiot.

    It was January and the air at the ramp’s parking lot was damp and clammy. Sitting in a deer stand or duck blind in these sorts of conditions is no problem, but the idea of running nearly 20 miles offshore gave me the chills.

    For successful waterfowl hunting, it’s often what you do before a shot is fired that counts.

    Standing in ankle-miring mud, I felt about as sturdy as the standing-dead timber that surrounded me.

    The swamp was a perfect duck hole.

    Classic Southern quail hunting still is available at public lands or your backyard.

    When Jackie McCaskill was a youngster growing up in Camden, his dad would come home from bird hunting and leave the quail he and his buddy had shot for Jackie to clean.

    Winter clears the water along the South Carolina coast to reveal huge congregations of redfish, creating terrific opportunities to sight cast with fly rods or spinning gear.

    Editor’s note: In case you missed it last year, we are reprinting this outstanding redfish article from our first issue January 2006.

    “Big school to our right!”

    Capt. J.R. Waits, using an emphatic-but-hushed tone, commanded readiness and stillness.