Right Place at the Right Time



Jerry

The day started off to be just another fishing trip on the Northwest River for my friend, Jerry, and his buddy, Eddie. And for about 5-and-a-half-hours this morning, that's all it was.

"The fishing was slow, to say the least," explained Jerry. "Between us, we boated 6 bass and a yellow perch. Four of the 6 bass were 12 inches or longer, and all the fish were caught on soft plastics."

While working along the south bank of the river, very near the Virginia-North Carolina border, this duo came across a boater on the opposite bank who yelled that he needed help. His inboard motor wouldn't start.

Eddie

"For the next 50 minutes," said Jerry, "we tried our best to tow this possibly 24-foot pleasure craft to the Shingle Point ramp in Moyock Creek. My 16-foot jon boat with 25-hp motor was dwarfed by this craft, but we finally got it to the mouth of the creek."

Their adventure was only beginning at this point, though. Now they had to maneuver the much bigger boat up narrow Moyock Creek--not an easy task, considering that Jerry's towing points are a cleat on either side of the transom, rather than a central point.

"Either my boat or the towed craft constantly were veering toward the bank," said Jerry. "Thankfully, about halfway up the creek, the boater got his inboard to fire. Eddie and I then followed the boat to the ramp, just in case it quit again. Overall, I think we had a decent morning of fishing," Jerry added, before concluding, "and God put us in the right place at the right time to help a fellow boater."