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North Carolina has some of the best and most diverse fishing in the
world. To truly take advantage of this amazing fishery requires the use
of specialized tackle. From Blue and White Marlin and Yellow Fin Tuna
in the near by Gulf Stream, the world class surf fishing of the Outer
Banks, the giant Blue Fin Tuna at Cape Lookout, the abundant
flounder fishing on the entire coastline, the Tarpon fishery of the
Pamlico Sound and the Cape Fear River, the legendary Red Drum of
the Pamlico Sound, Stripers at Oregon Inlet, King and Spanish
Mackerel on the entire coastline, Cobia, Dolphin, Sailfish, Amberjack,
Jack Crevall, Speckled Trout, Bluefish............the list just goes on and
on.
And the tackle we need to catch these fish is just as diverse.
I specialize in building fishing rods for the serious anglers that fish the
diverse waters of North Carolina. Some of the rod manufactures that I
use are Rainshadow, G. Loomis, St. Croix, Calstar, Seeker, Lamiglas,
and the latest, Wheel's Reels.
I build all of my rods using only the finest components available. Names
like Fuji, AFTCO, Stuart - the best manufacturers in the world. I
learned a long time ago that you get what you pay for, and these are
the best.
I have been fishing the waters of North Carolina my entire life. My
earliest memories as a child are fishing from the pier in front of our
house in Oriental. I was fortunate to grow up in such a place, the
fishing there is as diverse and anywhere that I know of. I have fished
the coast from Oregon Inlet to Little River, and everywhere in between.
Surf Fishing, Inshore, Offshore, you name it & I've done it. The tackle
we need is so diverse it's amazing. I've been building rods for about
seven years now, and am just now trying to make it something more
than a hobby.
Thanks for stopping by, and if you have any questions, feel free to
contact me.
Clyde Roberts
admin@clydescustomrods.com
(910)264-5454
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‘Peace’
I find my peace out on the sand
Beside the sea- not beyond or behind
But on the edge, on the border of foam and grit
Where sandfleas scatter among the crashing froth
And the plovers scurry along in front of each dying wave
Probing after some unseen morsel.
I find my peace in the damp salt air
Blowing in from the tropics or the Stream
Carrying aromas of fish and marsh and memory.
Days long past return as just yesterday-
Recollections triggered by a wafting scent,
Only to dissipate with the changing breeze.
I find my peace in the red-orange sun
Rising from the watery abyss once again as before,
Throwing warmth and brilliance against morning clouds
An endless fantasy fueled by fire-
The phoenix rising again to fly across the sky
And plunge back into the depths.
I find my peace casting among the breakers
With the same hopes of those who fished before me:
The limitless optimism and simple faith
That some morsel of bait or metal trinket
Will bring the surging run of a bull redfish
Or the glimmer of a seatrout in the wash.
I find my peace in thoughts of days gone by,
Time spent with friends I may never see again.
Images fill my mind on the flood tide,
And with the rising sun, and on the evening breeze-
Scenes that can never, will never be repeated,
But each time there is one less memory.
Someday the sun will rise, the breeze will blow,
The plovers will run along the tideline,
And I will be just a memory on the breeze.
Perhaps some passing fisherman will see my face
Briefly in the foam, before it scatters on a new wave,
And find his peace out on the sand.
- R. A. Britt
aka Subourbon
I find my peace out on the sand
Beside the sea- not beyond or behind
But on the edge, on the border of foam and grit
Where sandfleas scatter among the crashing froth
And the plovers scurry along in front of each dying wave
Probing after some unseen morsel.
I find my peace in the damp salt air
Blowing in from the tropics or the Stream
Carrying aromas of fish and marsh and memory.
Days long past return as just yesterday-
Recollections triggered by a wafting scent,
Only to dissipate with the changing breeze.
I find my peace in the red-orange sun
Rising from the watery abyss once again as before,
Throwing warmth and brilliance against morning clouds
An endless fantasy fueled by fire-
The phoenix rising again to fly across the sky
And plunge back into the depths.
I find my peace casting among the breakers
With the same hopes of those who fished before me:
The limitless optimism and simple faith
That some morsel of bait or metal trinket
Will bring the surging run of a bull redfish
Or the glimmer of a seatrout in the wash.
I find my peace in thoughts of days gone by,
Time spent with friends I may never see again.
Images fill my mind on the flood tide,
And with the rising sun, and on the evening breeze-
Scenes that can never, will never be repeated,
But each time there is one less memory.
Someday the sun will rise, the breeze will blow,
The plovers will run along the tideline,
And I will be just a memory on the breeze.
Perhaps some passing fisherman will see my face
Briefly in the foam, before it scatters on a new wave,
And find his peace out on the sand.
- R. A. Britt
aka Subourbon
