Decided to head up to Murrels Inlet and check out the jetties there...1st spot held nothing but sandy water...
Waited for the tide to roll in a bit better and the south jetty cleared up.
Shot a few fish and decided the viz was clean enough for the little lady to tag along...she didnt' have her fins or wetsuit so I took my weight belt off and she stayed on my back while I crawled us along the rocks. We were entertained by various small fish until the 1st sheep came out of his hiding place...Making sure Ashley saw it I lined up the shot and pulled the trigger. Now it was Ash's turn.
We strung the fish on the float and resumed the slow crawling along the rocks. Within short order we were graced with a brace of sheeps. To my surprise Ash slipped off my back and let herself sink down while smoothley extending the gun...everything was perfect... except the shot...the fish tore off :-( I told her not to worry and we again started more rock crawling (by now I was pretty tired...but we were nearing the end of the jetty). All of a sudden I see her ease the gun to the left and the spear flys...right into a small sheep STONING it dead.
I don't know who was more happy/excited...her or me.
Sorry no pics of her sheep, just a big one I got last week. (that is a 5 gallon bucket it is being held up to)
Waited for the tide to roll in a bit better and the south jetty cleared up.
Shot a few fish and decided the viz was clean enough for the little lady to tag along...she didnt' have her fins or wetsuit so I took my weight belt off and she stayed on my back while I crawled us along the rocks. We were entertained by various small fish until the 1st sheep came out of his hiding place...Making sure Ashley saw it I lined up the shot and pulled the trigger. Now it was Ash's turn.
We strung the fish on the float and resumed the slow crawling along the rocks. Within short order we were graced with a brace of sheeps. To my surprise Ash slipped off my back and let herself sink down while smoothley extending the gun...everything was perfect... except the shot...the fish tore off :-( I told her not to worry and we again started more rock crawling (by now I was pretty tired...but we were nearing the end of the jetty). All of a sudden I see her ease the gun to the left and the spear flys...right into a small sheep STONING it dead.
I don't know who was more happy/excited...her or me.
Sorry no pics of her sheep, just a big one I got last week. (that is a 5 gallon bucket it is being held up to)
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