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Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Saturday, September 1, 2018
New Show! Spanish and Cobia on the Top Dog out of the Oyster Farm at Kings Creek Cape Charles VA… PLUS Bash By The Bay with the Deloreans! Jim Baugh Outdoors TV August 2018.
Saturday, August 11, 2018
Shuck and Suck 2018 at the Oyster Farm at Kings Creek Cape Charles Virginia Jim Baugh Outdoors Highlight Feature!
Shuck and Suck 2018 Jim Baugh Outdoors Highlight Feature! Shucking and eating contest, skiff races, bands, Shriners Parade, and the totally awesome must see O’Connor Cape Charles Boat Docking Contest! All based at the Oyster Farm at Kings creek Cape Charles Virginia on the Eastern Shore. What fun!
Monday, July 23, 2018
Flounder fishing with Captain Jack and Doris at the Parramore Reef ocean side Eastern Shore and Flounder Oscar recipe from the Oyster Farm at Kings Creek
NEW! Flounder fishing offshore the Paramore Reef with Jack and Doris Normand. Also a great flounder recipe from the Seafood Eatery at the Oyster Farm. See yall at the Shuck and Suck Aug 3-5!
Friday, July 6, 2018
The Oyster Farm at Kings Creek in Cape Charles Virginia is now home port to Jim Baugh Outdoors TV. JBOTV is excited to bring new fishing and boating adventures as well as some fantastic new recipes from the Seafood Eatery at the Oyster Farm. Located in Cape Charles, the Oyster Farm at Kings Creek is the ultimate port for boaters, fisherman, vacationers, beach lovers, foodies, and one heck of a place to hold events all overlooking the Chesapeake Bay and Kings Creek. This is our first introduction film feature this fantastic place, if you’re planning a trip on the Chesapeake this summer, be sure to make a stop here. You will be glad you did. Tight lines and we will see ya on the water!
Saturday, June 23, 2018
Excerpt from upcomming cobia film on the Chesapeake Bay out of the Oyster Farm Marina Cape Charles Eastern Shore Virginia JBOTV-Neil Lessard Captain
Sunday, June 17, 2018
Happy Fathers Day, “Pa POW!!!!!!”
My dad, also known as “The Judge” gave us boys one hell of an upbringing. It was 1965 and our station wagon was a flat lime green with some sort of “wood paneling esk” down the sides of the car. We would load that sucker up and head to the “Rivah” for the weekends and stay on our 23 foot Owens named the “Cee B”. The weekends were jam packed with croaker fishing in the York River, catching crabs on dock pilings, and char broiling steaks on the wooden docks. When we weren’t picking fresh beer steamed crabs, we were off finding new adventures in our leaky ten foot aluminum boat powered by a 9.9hp mercury. Yes, the weekends on the Rivah is what shaped my childhood and gave me a lot to look forward to as an adult.
Fishing was always a family priority and we did not always wait until the weekends to get our thrill of the hook and line. The Judge had a buddy that owned a nearby farm and that farm had some woods. In those woods was an old dirt road that led to a small pond that rarely was ever fished. The fact is that pond was loaded to the gills with bass and brim. The Judge would haul us boys in the old wagon pick up some blood worms and bobbers and head to the pond. On arrival we quickly readied ourselves for the onslaught of brim that we were about to catch.
“Jimmy… yall get outta the car grab your cane poles and head over to the backside of the pond. I’am gonna fish right here by the weeds. Yall holler when you’re hooked up!”
So, my brother and I gathered our things and began to walk around the pond. I looked back at my dad as he prepared himself for fishing.
First thing the Judge does is strap his sidearm to his side, it was a big holster with a big pistol that was strapped around his waist by a thick brown leather belt. Next, he grabs his cane pole in his right hand, and a beer in his left hand. There goes dad, walking down the bank with his shirt off wearing shorts, a fishing rod, sidearm, and a can of beer. He looked very happy.
I walk around the pond and found a great little spot to float my blood worms. This was a great little fishing hole and was quite a ways away from the Judge and far enough away to where I could not see him, but I could hear him.
Next thing I knew the brim where going after my bloodworms like white on rice. I just knew that the Judge would be so proud of me for the stringer that I was going to end up with. After about five fish I hear this loud crack in the air as two shots ring out…
Then the Judge yells out, “Goteem!!”
My bobber quickly disappears underwater and I am hooked up again. Brim after brim after brim, then finally a large mouth bass swims right up to my blood worm and I am hooked up! My stringer is now half full! Then another crack in the air…
The Judge yells, “Got um again”.
By now I had about filled up my stringer and my brother had been catching his fair share as well. I began to put away my cane pole and…
This time there was silence after the gunfire. My brother and I walked over to where the Judge was fishing and dad was so happy, he had finally caught the elusive “Big Sam”. Big Sam was about a five pound largemouth bass that dad had been trying to catch for years. He showed us the fish, then released it back to the pond. At that time, it was the largest fish I had ever seen.
I remember looking at the gun securely strapped in the Judges holster and I ask my father,
“How many did you kill dad?” The Judge replied,
“Two for Four”.
This meant two dead water moccasins, four shots. The Judge was quite a marksman just like his father, my grandfather who was also, Judge Baugh. Grandpa use to go Dove hunting and be 12 for 12. Twelve shots, twelve birds.
Jim Baugh Outdoors TV
Author of “HOOKED”