How many of you have seen a beautiful sunset and it reminded you of the times spent down at the surf's edge preparing for the upcoming night's fishing while the crashing waves and the wind blown spray of the evening filled the air with excitement and anticipation. You've been there! Sensing the presence of past generations of fishermen having gone before us, while looking forward to the evenings sport filled you with a renewed sense of perception. How many of you have experienced the thrill of wading out in the surf in the middle of a giant blue blitz and having 12 to 15 pound bluefish wash into the back of your legs with the rush of the outgoing tidal surge? Imagine lobing a hopkins lure just yards in front of you and having the water explode with action the minute it hits the surface? How many have had the thrill of just watching a spinning reel spool spin salt spray into your face as big chopper blues race from the surf out towards the open sea?

How many of you have experienced the big striper schools as they moved rapidly down the northern beaches of Rodanthe along the stretches of Hatteras Island? Those of you that were lucky enough to be there, still remember all the nice 30 pound stripers being dragged in through the sudsy surf at Rodanthe in November. And how many have experienced the awesome sight of a big drum blitz off Cape Point or a nice speckled trout run in the chilled water of the south beaches near the hook? And how bout the nice big runs of fine November sea mullet and spectacular catches of jumbo sized pompano from Cape Point to Ocracoke Inlet? How many have tangled with large black drum and wondered if they would ever get the fish in? That's part of what surf fishing is all about. Enjoying the nature of the sport in it's own natural surroundings and sharing the moments with close friends and fellow sportsmen.