It’s The Fall Players Ball, Y’all…I Mean the Fall Tailers Ball…Hootie Hoo?

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Come join the Flood Tide Crew, SCOF, Low Country Fly Shop, BadfishTV, and a whole slew of other fine folks at the Palmetto Brewery in Charleston, SC, for the 1st annual Fall Tailers Ball on Wednesday, September 9. And yes, we know it’s a school night, but let’s be honest, when has that ever stopped us?

In addition to the general good times to be had, there¬†will also be The Dog Days Of Summer Film Fest. Check out Flood Tide’s event page here to get all the details. The winners will be screened at the festivities and will be in the next issue of SCOF as the Moving Pictures Department. You got ’til September 1 to submit your video, so get that editing software crackin’. Besides the live music, beer, and videos, we’re gonna raffle off a potpourri of art, rods, trips, organs, and maybe even a bearded man servant, with all proceeds going to Casting For A Cure. Time to put on your big boy pants and get on down to Charleston. She’s gonna be a doozy.

-Dave

A Pause For The Cause…A Couple Days In The Low Country

Got back last night from a two-day “business” trip down to the low country. Got to hang out and fish with a bunch of good folks including (but not limited to): Capt. Paul Rose, the dudes from Low Country Fly Shop, Mad Mike Benson, and some dude that after a few cocktails was very convincing in his role as Gary Busey…I later found out he was not Gary Busey…he wasn’t even Nick Nolte for that matter. The next question is, “How was the fishing?”. Well, it sucked if you must know. Two days…one rat….and a whole lot of blind casting. The fish were there, the wind blew, and the sun was much like a set of pasties…just enough to get you excited, but never really giving you what you want in the end. The more salt I fish, the more it seems that I am the unluckiest man on the planet, and also that the weatherman must pay for his incompetance…pay dearly. Like all road trips though, good times were had, and the people you meet stick with you a lot longer than the fish you catch…oh yeah, and my liver hurts. Enjoy some pics with very few fish.

– Dave