On the calendar, March occupies 31 days like a lot of the other months.
But for bass fisherman, March covers an awful lot of ground. Conditions can and will change at the drop of a cold front, and over the course of a little better than four weeks, bass fishing can go from dead to dynamite, from winter to wonderful.
Even though winter never really gets a good grip on the Lowcountry, the lengthening days of March have a feel to them like none other on the calendar.
The air smells clean, and the warmth of the sun on your skin is as comforting as a blanket to a 4-year-old. While the woods and swamps seem stark and lifeless, pockets of color from yellow Jessamine are a visual reminder that spring is coming.
Years ago, crappie fishing was a pretty laid-back, contemplative fishing experience.
Using three or four land markers a large tree, a dock, a point you located a position where you had caught crappie before and anchored there. Then, you set out cane poles baited with minnows, sat back and contemplated world affairs while waiting on the fish to bite.
Sheepshead, dressed in their jailhouse finest, are a staple for late-winter fishermen along the S.C. coastline.