If you are familiar with surf fishing, you'll be able to spot the "hole" in the background. This is where I pulled several blues, some baby spot, a flounder and one nasty whiting out of the sea.
This is me, in my borrowed waders and SPAM hat, before I decided that I would wade farther out into the dead-flat ocean. My hesitance do so was owed in part to one of my lesser emerging fears, that of a rouge wave filling my waders with cold water and heavy sand and pulling me to Davey Jones' locker.
Hey, some people have an innate sense of their own mortality. I like to think that it's we who ensure general safety for the rest of 'em!
Tonight, Jeremiah and I will dine on the North Carolina marine fishes that made it home to Virginia with me.
Erin
