On one of my to the beach walks today, I met a fisherman. He was an Alabama man, born and raised nearby. He walks out into the water by the pilings that sit next to the beach, to cast his bait, and says he does very well there.

The pilings are old and once belonged to a house that no longer exists, so they're considered open to the public.

I got rid of all my fishing gear up in Tennessee, but he comes down often so maybe I'll spend some time with him, out in the water, by the pilings.