Oyster season nothing to say ‘shucks’ about
Keeping up with King Street
By Susan Lucas
It’s oyster season.
Here in the Lowcountry, on any given day — if the wind is right — we can smell the ocean. If we’re oyster fans, we can taste it. September is typically thought of as the beginning of the “r” months and the oyster harvesting season, but, in Charleston, January and February is the time when scores of fundraiser oyster roasts occur. The world’s largest, the Lowcountry Oyster Festival at Boone Hall Plantation, is held at the end of January, inspiring all those that follow. More so than any other time of year, this is oyster season.
How Judge Blatt got to Bass Heaven
By John Wilson
The 2017 Bassmaster Classic is coming up; the chatter about the $300,000 prize among the leaders in the field is to forget the science and concentrate more on technique and momentum. In thinking back on fishing, especially bass fishing, I cannot think of anyone who had more technique and momentum than the late Judge Solomon Blatt, Jr.
Shotgun shooting with Donnie, George and Betsy
By Ford Walpole
When Boy Scout Camp is in session at Camp Ho Non Wah on Wadmalaw, you can expect a steady rhythm of shotgun blasts along the banks of Bohicket Creek. “Shotgun Shooting” is one of the merit badges offered by the Boy Scouts of America (BSA) and earning it depends on skills and success, besides effort, time and study. To qualify for the badge, boys must “hit 12 of 25 targets (48 percent) in two 25-target groups. A minimum of 50 shots must be fired.”
Ed McMullen: South Carolina’s ‘Man of the Moment’
By Charles W. Waring III
Meet the guy who sat just a few feet from President Trump and his family at the recent inauguration. Indeed, he not only has access to the new president and his team, he is also co-chairman of Gov. Henry McMaster’s transition team. Standing astride both national and Palmetto State politics equally — and adroitly — he is South Carolina’s “Man of the Moment.”
At the kind introduction of Elizabeth Sher, our famed outdoor photographer, yours truly met Ed McMullen several years ago. I soon learned that Ed enjoyed a few of my own favorites — the shooting sports, politics and Italian cuisine — but I had no idea that Ed would soon be influencing the national and state political worlds in ways unexpected from an unassuming old-school gentleman. I saw no “hungry-like-the-wolf” killer instincts that most operatives have; instead, I observed a sharp mind and genteel demeanor.