Here’s to a year of Lowcountry fishing and the hope of a greater 2019 ahead
All I can say is 2018 was one odd year.
The country appeared to be more divided than I can ever remember, but one thing, and one thing only, kept me waking each day with a smile on my face. Call it fishing, call it hunting or simply strolling along soaking up the beauty of this wonderful Lowcountry we call home. If I had my way, I could have filled this entire newspaper with images that are true jawdroppers.
For me specifically, I think I became more introspective. Hopefully all that sneaking around in my self will make 2019 one of my best years ever.
As for all of you, I wish the best and can’t thank you enough for all of your kind words week in and week out. You are my true inspiration.
May River is photographed in the morning with thought Hurricane Florence could hit us.
Hitting the shutter at the right moment is rare for me, Collins Doughtie said.
2018 was the year of the roseate spoonbills.
Carlyle Cornell missed out on $10,000 by 3 ounces with this mani-mahi in the Edisto Billfish Tourney. Next year!