Well, we should have sensed
something bad was about to happen when on the drive down to South Carolina
we couldn’t seem to reach
anyone. We tried
our guide several times
by phone, but no answer and the same was the case with the campground.
It turned out the posted Garmin
GPS address for the campground simply doesn’t exist. But, we were in luck, or
so we thought. The
campground listed their Lat/Lon
coordinates which we plugged in. Unfortunately
when we approached Elloree, SC
the coordinates lead us to the
dead end of an unimproved dirt road at the edge of a bean field
– it reminded
us to much of a CSI scene that we didn’t want to be a part of.
That’s about the time my
called to say, “Are you in trouble?
watching you on the LiveViewGPS and you’ve made three u-turns
in the past 5
minutes. We were as
lost as you can
get. We were in the
middle of nowhere. We’ve
all been there before but unfortunately
it never helps the next time. An
later we finally saw a light and to our amazement a person. They couldn’t
explain how to get where we
were going. I
thought, “of course not,
no one really knows how to tell get out of nowhere”. They told us to just
follow them. 10
minutes later we arrived at the
no lights, no people,
you are on your own. Fortunately
spotted a site and declared Victory!
At 6AM we found ourselves still
alone. Where was
our guide? Multiple
phone calls and no answer. At 6:30AM
we decided it was time to put Operation FoldCat into action. We quickly unloaded our
boat from SeaEagle and began to load it for catfishing.
We thought we would just grab some bait from
a local tackle shop and we would be fine.
By 7:30AM we had confirmed that everything is
closed on Monday’s in Elloree, SC
and we were left to more primitive attempts at bait.
Right - the refrigerator.
Our options were limited: Grilled Chicken,
Mozzarella Cheese Sticks, and Nestle Tollhouse Cookie dough. I’ve caught a
lot of catfish on hot dogs in
the past so I figured why not.
Several hours later we were burned
out. We did have
one hit on the grilled
chicken but no fish. The
sight of the
day was a 4 foot long alligator gar that surfaced next to our boat
– something Taylor had
before so it wasn’t a total loss.
We were anxious to get back on the
road and head south to Florida
for our try at
a Tarpon with world renowned guide Earl Waters of Crystal