After several short runs we put the fish in the boat. We didn t have scales in the boat, but knew it had to be eight pounds. We fished several other deep holes in the river that day and ended up with several nice flounder, but not one that came close to my fish. As the sun started to fall behind the trees we knew it had been a rewarding day to be alive. We headed back as the sun was setting over the ocean.
Oak Island is a south-facing beach and in the late summer it offers magnificent sunsets.
The sun was a brilliant shade of orange and as it set it looked as if it would bring the water to a boil. Back on the Island we stopped at Ocean Crest Pier. We knew the manager Carl would take a picture and weigh the doormat I had caught. We were in luck. As I reached in the cooler to retrieve the big boy, Carl just about passed out.