Teetering on the edge of South Carolina’s saltwater rivers are miles of ramshackle creekbank fish camps, where men get to be boys all over again. Rustic cottages on remote strips of shoreline are where they leave time and responsibilities behind to watch waves crash on barren shores, and stars twinkle in the midnight sky. No paved roads exist around fis…
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