My family and I just got back from our annual camping trip to Frontier Town Campground just outside of Ocean City, MD. This is a trip we look forward to every year. For me it's the saltwater fishing, and for the kids it’s the awesome water park that is free for campers. I get to fish out of the kayak for three days, since the first and last days are set up and tear down.

It’s 4:53am when I hear the back door open and shut very quickly. I’m in bed. I can hear my wife walk down the hallway, muttering about how cold it is outside. She’s a dairy farmer. She’s up each day at 1:50 am for the first milking. I ask her if she took a look at the thermometer when she left the dairy. “Ten below,” she says with disgust. She crawls in with me, puts her ice-cold feet on my warm legs, and I hop immediately out of bed. It’s time to go fishing.

This spring, I decided I would finally head over to the Eastern Shore in search of my first bull red. Unfortunately, my schedule and the weather did not cooperate. I was left reading reports from local legends and wondering if I’d be able to pull off my first trip, let alone hook and land a decent red.