Starting to worry about him.

Just sayin.

That is caterpillar scat. Keep looking.

There are multiple small lakes/ponds some of which have docks/piers. I've only been once but the access was pretty easy. You can look on a map of the area and see most of them.

https://georgiawildlife.com/charlie-elliott-wildlife-center

As a free public pier, I am not aware of any posted fishing reports from there.

My wife's handed down pecan pie recipe is from her family in Texas. One of the few I've seen that uses no corn syrup. Delicious.

If you just want to get a good idea what is available and decide what net you need check out rangernets.com.
You can at least narrow down handle length, net type, and net shape.

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Glad ya'll are OK.

It was not unusual for James Sydney to have some part of him bandaged from where Louise had "techted" him with a knife. I'm just thankful that I married well and that while my wife does canning she is not knife happy - so far.

That reminds me of a story from my youth. James Sydney was a drinkin man and his wife Louise was well aware how he spent his time. It was Christmas Eve and James was headin out the door when Louise reminded him what day it was and that they had no Christmas for the chillun yet. James swore he'd take care of it and be back shortly. Apparently it slipped his mind because when he showed up back at the house Christmas day the only thing he brought home was a sheepish look and a hangover. When he came in the kitchen empty handed on Christmas, Louise did what any disappointed wife would do and busted a jar of green beans over his head. James Sydney looked up with a head full of cuts and green beans and said the only thing he could. "Louise, you got too much salt in them string beans."

My great grandparents had a farm outside of Halifax, VA and this took place in the late 1930s. It was told to my mother by one of her cousins.

I expect you have heard the story before. I was probably about 6 years old and was spending a few days visiting our grandmother (R & R for my mother). This particular afternoon, I was sitting in her kitchen talking with her while she was busy churning. I remember that she was watching out the kitchen window while working the churn. She was watching a hawk that was circling over her chickens in the yard. For a while, she continued churning and watching while talking with me. At one point, the hawk stopped in mid-air, back peddling and preparing to dive for a chicken. Grandmother dropped the churn handle, grabbed a shotgun from the corner, kicked the screen door open, and shot the hawk as it began it's dive. All I could see was a cloud of feathers hanging in the air. She calmly put the shotgun back in the corner and returned to her churn.

It was a moment that has stayed with me. I was convinced that she was some kind of Annie Oakley and a heroine rolled into one. This was a graphic display of the grit and command she had developed by being a farm wife, a mother of seven boys and a family matriarch. She was quite a character!

People taking pictures of my mom and her VW van. Dad?

Reckon so

Fixin' to

I would go with shrimp or cut bait and fish either end of the island (not much in the middle). Not familiar with it being a striper beach but have caught some nice reds and pompano in the summer.

From the surf side, I'm guessing that you are fishing a flat sandy bottom based on what you have been catching. Topsails and sand sharks are the denizens of a pretty barren sandy bottom. Scout the area you are wanting to fish at low tide and see if there is anything that would serve as some/any kind of structure that would hold other types of fish. Research "reading the water" to get an idea of what is going on under the waves. Rich Troxler on you tube is a good start.