By Matt Winter
Published in The Post and Courier, Feb. 15, 2014
We had them pretty well hemmed in. Just a few yards up the creek, more than two dozen redfish meandered through the shallows, the blue edges of their tails shining in the clear, sunlit water.
Capt. Tucker Blythe of Grey Ghost Charters had motored and then poled his 19-foot East Cape Vantage to the marshy end of this tidal creek, skimming over water so clear it seemed like we were fishing in an aquarium.
We had pushed up the narrowing waterway as far as we could go, then kept inching forward as the tide came in.