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The man burns high- octane gas—the premium stuff, hold the ethanol. Friends who push you, in a friendly way, to keep sharpening your skills and upping your game. No matter how hard I ran, he always came out ahead.
To watch him cast a fly was a revelation. That made it tough to be the man fishing from the other end of the boat when Scott was on fire. But it was a day fishing the surf in North Carolina that really changed me from being an admiring onlooker to the guy determined not to ride the bench.
We were casting heavy flies for redfish at the rock jetty near the Cape Lookout bight in early spring. OK, more like 20 feet.
I remember standing there, watching my friend hurl a heavy Clouser ridiculous distances, and thinking to myself: I am going to learn to cast like that. I am not going to settle for being just pretty good at this. The same with paddling a canoe.
That was our first camping trip together, in two solo boats, fishing and paddling the Black River in eastern North Carolina. One morning after breakfast, as I sat on a sandbar untangling eels from our hooks, I watched Scott paddle his canoe just for fun, edging the boat over on its hull to cut pirouettes in the black swamp water with maybe a half-inch of freeboard below the gunwale.
I had paddled whitewater boats for years but had never seen such grace and athleticism on flat water. It was his intensity as well. Despite having a full-time job, three kids, a wife, and aging parents who live nearby, he can summon a Churchillian focus on the task at hand. Down with the flu? And each new sporting pursuit kicked off a near obsession that left me panting to keep up, be it bowhunting for deer or beagle training or jug-fishing for river catfish. I had my strengths, of course.
Over the years of our adventures together, near and really, really far, I ran faster than I ever would have without him. This article originally appeared in Vol. Audrey Morgan was fishing Lake Michigan with her dad and sister when she landed the boat-record brown trout. A couple of surf fishermen target drum off the beach at Cape Lookout, North Carolina. Tim Romano. But thanks to Scott Wood, so am I. Want more of the Great Outdoors?Friend fishing buddy
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