Before we left the Outer Banks, I spent an hour or so fishing near Oregon Inlet, but caught nothing. Well, actually... Okay, I'll tell a story on myself. While I was working a small channel, within sight but out of earshot of Jessa, she rang me on my mobile. I let my streamer—a shallow-water version of a Clouser minnow, with bead-chain eyes in place of the usual dumbbell eyes—drift to the bottom so I could answer the phone. Our call completed, I prepared to strip in line for another cast and found unexpected resistance, eventually bringing to the surface...a large blue crab. I can't say the Clouser's action was lifelike, but evidently it did not lack for verisimilitude.
We will return here, but Jessa took a few pictures to tide us over. (Tide us over, get it? Never mind...)
[This common loon was fishing near me—at one point I worried it might go for the Clouser—but should have been far to the north, in Minnesota or Maine or Canada. Whatever injury prevented its migration, it seemed to be faring well enough on the Carolina coast.]
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