Ellen, I and Nina enjoyed many bird walks in sun, haze and rain. All of us overindulged at an oyster fest at Peg Leg Pete’s where $10 bought all you could eat as long as you didn’t mind the wait in line for 6 oysters at a time. Tom, Steve and Harry got at least 18! Too full, we had to return another day to get their infamous grouper sandwich but not before we fished for our own.
The first attempt was humbling when the locals were averaging 1 fish per minute over the rail to our one for the morning caught by Tom! You could look in the water and see schools of Sheepshead, a fish that hangs by the pilings eating all the critters swimming around the oysters. We started with live fiddler crabs and small hooks. The locals were really helpful offering nets, larger hooks and encouragement but all for not. Another trip was made to the bait shop for live shrimp, an assortment of hooks and then Round 2 at the fishing pier in the afternoon. This time it paid off with 3 fish plus one more and a story for Harry! We were all elbow to elbow with fisherpeople on the pier. The man next to Harry left his pole unattended when a fish hit and over the side it went. We know his name was Roger because all you could hear from his wife was “Oh Roger, Oh Roger!" Shortly thereafter, Harry got a hit. As he reeled his "fish" in, he had a pole on one side of his line and fish on the other. Roger asked Harry whether he would rather have the pole or fish and being a good sport, he took the fish. We all ate well that night.
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