Avid sailor Lorraine Eaton writes about an unusual tradition among the seafaring crowd that marks winter’s end and heralds a new sailing season.
Courtney Hampson is the vice president of marketing for Palmetto Bluff, a conservation-based resort community in South Carolina’s Lowcountry. The 20,000-acre spread is known for its beautiful river views, diverse wildlife and sporting lifestyle.
No single fish swimming Virginia waters has caused the kind of decades-old debate that menhaden have.
Jennifer Westhoff stands in a high meadow, swinging a black leather falcon lure by a long string. Imitating a circling crow, she whirls it in broad, lasso-like loops before slinging it high into the air.
by Eric Wallace
The day will find me biking some 12 miles down the beach to the southern tip of the 3,884-acre False Cape State Park. With public entry restricted to foot travel, pedal power, boat and shuttle, it is one of the state’s hardest to access and most rarely visited parks. I plan to explore and camp deep in its interior.
His brown rubber apron is covered with a healthy coat of slime, scales and blood. His gloves too. The whole place stinks of dead fish. But any notion of that being a bad thing is lost on Jim Lyons.