When I travel to the Outer Banks, the journey normally begins around
midnight leaving from the mountains of Asheville, North Carolina. After the long
journey this was the reward. The salt marsh was just waking up and luckily a calmness
turned the water into a seamless mirror.
If you have ever spent anytime at the Outer Banks, then you know the weather
can be extreme. This particular trip the weather just happened to be extremely surreal.
5 mph SSW winds in November equal Speckled Trout and Speckled Trout Fishermen.
